Happiness is the little things that make your soul swell
and leave it a little larger,
a little deeper,
long after the moments have faded from conscious memory.
picking a Pink Brandywine heirloom tomato
from plants I raised from seed.
I love plants a whole lot more when
I've witnessed their growth
from the first time
their tiny green heads popped through the soil.
Happiness is also
a thriving rosebush
from a little cutting.
Happiness definitely is
putting up a washline
and hanging a quilt out to dry...
a quilt made by
the moms of students I taught,
and a few stitches done by the students themselves.
Happiness also is
wandering through a new exhibit
of T. Alan Kirk's works,
drinking a mocha,
(punctuated with much laughter)
with Tim himself
to a backdrop of a violinist both
very talented and live
and a cafe full of happy people.
At this very moment,
eating fresh apple crisp
(courtesy of Bekah)
after decorating the front door and dining room table