Simple Pleasures.

[English Lady]

What Simple pleasures do you enjoy? We all have something that may well be normal and mundane to other people but that feeds our soul in a way nothing else does.

So, A challenge! Tell me all about a simple pleasure, use as many words as you like and give us an insight into that plain,normal,mundane thing that fills you with joy.

Examples to get the inspiration juice flowing:

A kiss from your gandchild.

Cooking.

Stroking a pet.

A bath.

Washing the dishes.

Watching the sunset.


So come on, November is on the way, let's get writing!

 

[Belegon]

Morning silence
crushed
by a whirr
and the crunching of the grind
cool air thru the open window
wafting steam
rising in thin tendrils
to tickle my nose
the crinkle of the newsprint
and the enduring delight
of the mornings first
cup of coffee

 

[impressive]

my daughter's giggle

 

[cloudy]

I'm not as poetic as Bel. *sigh*

Mine:

• my youngest son telling me he's going to marry me when he grows up (just like his big brother used to)
• my first cup of coffee in the morning
• the roar my TA makes when I first start it
• an email from someone special
• taking a nap with one of my kids, all tangled up together

 

[English Lady]

Morning silence
crushed
by a whirr
and the crunching of the grind
cool air thru the open window
wafting steam
rising in thin tendrils
to tickle my nose
the crinkle of the newsprint
and the enduring delight
of the mornings first
cup of coffee

Beautful, I want coffee now, and i don't even drink coffee!

 

[English Lady]

Imp -yup, I understand that

Cloudy -I love holding Beth in my arms as she sleeps, well least till she starts to snore.... *smiles*

Keep'em comin'!

 

[bholderman]

Morning silence
crushed
by a whirr
and the crunching of the grind
cool air thru the open window
wafting steam
rising in thin tendrils
to tickle my nose
the crinkle of the newsprint
and the enduring delight
of the mornings first
cup of coffee

Yep, thats the standard.

 

[bholderman]

Kids asleep, fire in the fire place (remaining lights off), a good beer or glass of wine, Billie Holiday...and the Mrs.

 

[LadyCibelle]

The sense of peace I get when I look where I'm at now and realize the shithole I used to call my life is definitely behind me

Knowing that my inner child is learning to smile and dance again.
Learning that disagreeing with someone doesn't mean he's gonna turn around and punch me just because I don't agree with him.
Reading a book and not be afraid to let my tears flow if something in it touches me deeply.
Seeing my children laugh and know they are truly happy, for once.
Looking at them, discovering that life isn't just a big pile of shit.

Waking up in the morning and knowing the kids have eaten before going to school because my husband was up for them and he let me sleep

Just being happy to be alive!

 

[oggbashan]

Feeding ducks in the centre of a nature reserve because they are so grateful. The ones at the edge get all the seed from youngsters and are blasé.

Watching dragonflies.

Standing by the sea's edge and listening to the waves slap against a quay.

Walking in the countryside and stopping to watch and listen.

Og

 

[Belegon]

fog curling around streetlights

 

[English Lady]

"Flour, flour, flour" Hands push aside items, nose inhales musty,sweet scent of the baking cupboard "Ahhh, flour." Eyes glimpse the correct ingredient.

Sifting the flour, over the bowl, over the table, over me. Floury fingers wiped on my skirt, leaving a ghostly mark. Sugar, butter, eggs, stir, whisk, beat.

"Oooh!" I tut,delving into the dark cupboard. "Vanilla." Extracting the tiny bottle, freeing the cap, drip-drop. "That's enough."

Mixture made, poured into stiffened,flowery cups,a spoonful at a time. Sweet, doughy dribbles,wet, white puddles, bubbles bursting.

Slipped into hot, hot oven, door opened, hot air warming my face. Wait, wait, wait. Wash, dry, wipe. Check. "another 5 minutes."

homly, delicious, bun smell. Detection of egg, sugar, flour, butter, vanilla -combing to make stomaches growl.

Done!

Golden-brown, springy satisfaction.

 

[Stella_Omega]

My daughter was a stay-awake baby. Sometimes, to shorten the process, we would load her in the car and drive out into the lyrical Pennsylvania countryside, atching the colors of night gather in the sky, the green trees enrichen their hues as night fell.
One night, my stepdaughter was visiting. Jessica is a sarcastic, defensive, dreadlocked artist- and she was pregnant, at the time, by a man who wasn't holding up his share of the burden in any way, something she was just coming to understand. It could be difficult to talk to her, or with her, and a lot of our time together was spent in silence. Which was, really, all right. She was painting.

This particular evening, though, we went deep into the country, a direction we hadn't gone before. AS the dusk turned into blackest night, we noticed the unusual numbers of fireflies, and as we turned a corner, we had to pull the car over and step out.
The little valley that we had driven into, was inundated, flooded, overwhelmed by fireflies. It looked- silly. Like Disney gone bad, like no one would have the bad taste to draw that many twinkling lights in one spot. Every tree, every grass stalk, the little farm house, the hills around us- sheeted, limned, defined by the magical glimmer. There were no stars in the sky- we were blinded by earthly fireflies.

The sight became blurred, by the tears in my eyes, and it was hard to swallow. My husband, too, was blinking. My daughter was peacefully asleep in her carrier.
My stepdaughter sat on the hood of the car. Tears were pouring over her face.

 

[English Lady]

Thanks Stella -Gorgeous

 

[SeaCat]

Looking at a MorningGlory as the first rays of sun touch it.

That first cup of fresh brewed coffee on a lazy morning with nothing to do. (Do I sense a common thread among us and Caffeine?)

The smell and taste of a good cigar as I sit out back watching the sunset. A short round of ice cold Tequila in one hand and my wife in the other.

The smell of fresh sawdust as I make something for someone else.

Watching a beautiful woman, who is unconcerned by her beauty, (You can see it in their actions) as she walks by.

Waking up early and watching my wife, half covered by the bedsheets she has kicked off during the night, sleeping beside me.

Walking through the woods, coming up to an empty clearing, smelling the hot grasses and just knowing you are the only person there.

The feel of a womans skin under my hands as I give a massage, then hearing her little grunts and moans which tell me I'm making them relax.

Sitting in a comfortable chair and opening a favorite book. It's like greeting an old friend.

Making a friend laugh.

Finishing a job and refusing payment because I know they don't have the money. Knowing I just helped someone who really needed that help.

There are so many others, some of which I would have a hard time trying to describe so ya'll could understand them.

Cat

 

[Stella_Omega]

Thanks Stella -Gorgeous

It's kind of inspirational, this challenge!

 

[joeys-game]

Learning to laugh and having a new friend tell me that yes, life is actually meant to be fun.

 

[English Lady]

keep the pleasures rolling in, I'll catch up in the morning!

 

[Stella_Omega]

Learning to laugh and having a new friend tell me that yes, life is actually meant to be fun.

Well, it is!

 

[Liar]

Cats.

 

[Recidiva]

Looking out my back porch and seeing hibiscus in bloom.

Popcorn. Perfect butter, perfect salt, perfect texture.

Bubble baths. The only time of day I can be assured of being completely warmed through.

Fleece slippers. Again a cold issue...toes that feel like they're about to break off or step in icky things are sad toes.

Long hair all one length to play with. I like to braid it and twist it and bend it in the light. Decided long ago not to perm it or color it. I even like the silver in it now.

Always having something warm around to slip into, a blanket I knitted or a blanket someone gave me or a hug from someone.

My son's laughter. Joyous and silly.

My husband's smile. Warm and welcoming and just for me.

 

[fieryjen]

Reading a good book sitting by the window on a rainy day.

Getting snail-mail from a friend.

Watching freshly fallen snow glitter.

A friendly gesture or honest compliment from a random stranger.

Someone playing with or brushing my hair.

 

[SeaCat]

I almost forgot my favorite.

Making a woman reach orgasm with nothing but my tongue.

Cat

 

[Stella_Omega]

I almost forgot my favorite.

Making a woman reach orgasm with nothing but my tongue.

Cat

It's all about you, isn't it?
(can I make an appointment? )

 

[SeaCat]

It's all about you, isn't it?
(can I make an appointment? )

LOLOL Actually it's all about her.

As for making the apointment, you'll have to talk to my manager. (She's occupied with watching something with lots of moaning on the television right now.)

Cat