Simple Pleasures

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I was reminded of one of mine today. This time of year, before I go into the grocery store, I have to see just how good the Christmas trees smell. I do it when I leave, too. Such a delight. If I could somehow bottle that smell and have it forever. I have a fake tree so I relish those few times I get that wonderful smell. What's your simple pleasure?
 
Walking outside into the cool chill of a new day and smelling wood smoke from the fire place.

And the feel of a tight pussy fresh from the shower!!!!!!
 
The scent of fresh coffee in the morning
The air on a crisp fall day
That wet dust smell after a summer rain
Fresh shavings in the barn
The half awake state while still warm in bed..
 
I love the feeling of climbing into bed after changing the sheets. Even better if they've just come out of the dryer.
 
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I have to go with that first smell of a fresh opened bag of coffee...mmmmm
Baked apple pie fresh from the oven...
75 degrees..a soft warm breeze....the leaves rustling slightly....eyes closed face in the sun after a long winter...
 
When I had my horse, I would let him graze on some grass outside the pasture. It was always long and lush. While he was grazing, I'd back up against his side, my head resting on his side, my eyes closed. I'd also enjoy the warm sun on my face and listen to him happily munching. No other sounds around. Very peaceful.
 
early morning sunshine... when my body is still a bit cold and sleepy.....
 
Standing waist deep fishing in a mountain stream with a big Brown on the line & the only sound you hear is the water running...........
 
Standing waist deep fishing in a mountain stream with a big Brown on the line & the only sound you hear is the water running...........


" Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world's great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs.
I am haunted by waters. " Norman Maclean
 
Sitting on the dock with your feet splashing in the river.
Lying in a hammock, hearing the boats on the bay.
Walking hearing nothing but the breeze in the leaves.
Listening to a young child laugh.
 
Sitting outside on my deck watching nature unfold, the robins eating cherries from the cherry tree, the cardinals raising their families, and the flowers starting to bloom. Preferably sitting out there in just my shorts and flip flops, not a care in the world.
 
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