It's not all outrage and bristling fur here in Bacteria Gardens. Every day there is something to really, really like, often just small things that bring a moment of delight, surprise or awareness, to confirm my love of home and hearth, where so little happens, and so much has meaning.
Just this morning, there were these:
- finding a blob of something neatly walled up with spider web, behind the bolt on the back yard door
- the cats coming in from their morning wall patrol, excited and affectionate, their fur smelling deliciously of cold, fresh air, like line-dried washing
- an email packed with news from a long-lost friend, filled with names and memories from the past, when we were young, penniless parents, full of hope and dreams
- finding a comment on my last post from an unknown reader* and a new blog to discover
*Susan, of Sun Pours Down Like Honey, who writes in one of her posts:
"What I like are blogs. The news tells me this is how it is. Blogs tell me about artists and poets, readers and thinkers, joys and amusements, hilarity and depth of feeling, shadow-sheer thoughts and profound life events." and thus expresses one of my regular pleasures far more succinctly and eloquently than I could manage.
The cats and the dog have their own little pleasures too, on this bright Sunday morning.
A patch of sunlight to compete over
Easily pleased, us? You bet.