simultaneously too much and not enough have been happening around here. too much of no import and not enough of high import. that means i've been trying to eke out joy from the smallest of pleasures.
like a tiny vase of fresh cut daffodils from our garden.
or a loaf of whole wheat oatmeal bread hot out of the oven. i will never stop being surprised and delighted when bread that i toiled over all day actually comes out of the oven looking like a real loaf of bread.
or biking the chilly hilly and enjoying all the goodness at the cider stop. i'm happy to report that this year was not so chilly, but still quite hilly. (oh, hello legs!)
or a pause in the afternoon for some toast with jam and a cup of yorkshire tea.
or mapping out a long-overdue back for a stray quilt top.
just small reminders that i am still here and that my little world is still turning.