I love:
flowers, wild flowers (and weeds) in hedgerows and verges, most especially spring wild flowers like violets, primroses and whole vistas of bluebells they make my heart sing.
the sky, it always changes you could sit and photograph it every day and it would be different.
driving above the clouds; where i live you can drive on the tops of the fell and often the layer of cloud is floating below you, it looks magical, like something from a fairy tale.
butterflies and bees. one very hot sleepy day, a bee once let me stroke it i felt like a bee whisperer
when someone, anyone, makes a cup of tea that is perfect.
ice cold water on a hot day.
that weird deafening silence when you have read the last line of a wonderful book.
a proper french baguette with unsalted butter.
the exquisite feeling when you hear a piece of music that feels like it is part of your soul.
japanese woodcuts from the 1700s
the paintings of Turner
the light in Vermeer paintings
Back cello suite No 1 in G, prelude
live music
experiencing something funny/beautiful and turning to a friend and knowing by looking in their eyes no words are needed to express your joy.
making someone laugh out loud.
Listening to someone talk about whatever they are passionate about.
that moment when you get into bed and your body melts into the bed.
cheese
this list could go on forever....
eta the post below this reminded me my vintage Conway Stewart fountain pen it makes writing a joy
flowers, wild flowers (and weeds) in hedgerows and verges, most especially spring wild flowers like violets, primroses and whole vistas of bluebells they make my heart sing.
the sky, it always changes you could sit and photograph it every day and it would be different.
driving above the clouds; where i live you can drive on the tops of the fell and often the layer of cloud is floating below you, it looks magical, like something from a fairy tale.
butterflies and bees. one very hot sleepy day, a bee once let me stroke it i felt like a bee whisperer
when someone, anyone, makes a cup of tea that is perfect.
ice cold water on a hot day.
that weird deafening silence when you have read the last line of a wonderful book.
a proper french baguette with unsalted butter.
the exquisite feeling when you hear a piece of music that feels like it is part of your soul.
japanese woodcuts from the 1700s
the paintings of Turner
the light in Vermeer paintings
Back cello suite No 1 in G, prelude
live music
experiencing something funny/beautiful and turning to a friend and knowing by looking in their eyes no words are needed to express your joy.
making someone laugh out loud.
Listening to someone talk about whatever they are passionate about.
that moment when you get into bed and your body melts into the bed.
cheese
this list could go on forever....
eta the post below this reminded me my vintage Conway Stewart fountain pen it makes writing a joy
