What kinds of things make me happy? I could probably write a book about this topic once I sit down and begin thinking about it. Happiness means something different to each individual. On Saturday morning, I love waking up and knowing that I don’t have to be at any particular place for any particular reason. I slowly open one eye and look at the clock. Hmmm….it’s six a.m. I stretch slowly, like a cat, smile, and roll over for a few more minutes.
Then I climb out of bed, put on my scuffs, and shuffle to the kitchen where I start a pot of coffee. There is no hurry here. As the coffee brews, I open the blinds and throw open the doors. I check the temperature on the thermometer just outside the front door. When the coffee has finished brewing I pour myself a cup and head for either the front porch or the back deck.
If I sit on the front porch, in my old oak rocking chair, I can see the trees waving in the early morning breeze. I love this when there is a slight frost and the air is crisp. Yes, it’s a bit chilly, but I pull my fuzzy red bathrobe tighter around me and enjoy the coolness. I watch as the last few hummingbirds hit the feeder, searching for their early morning meal. Soon all the leaves will be gone, leaving only the bare branches for me to watch.
In a few minutes the sun will be peeking through the trees and the crystal ice will melt away. I sit here, drinking in the sights, sounds, and smells of early morning in the wooded hills where I live. It is a peaceful feeling knowing that I need not hurry for anything this morning. I reflect on the fact that I am a lucky woman.
With my first cup of coffee almost gone, I amble towards the kitchen for cup number two. With this, I head for the back deck and a different view.
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