Do Daffodils smile? Poets say they do. Walking on the sidewalk yesterday I came across these. I stopped and watched them rocking to and fro in the wind. I detected an expression of glee in their yellow faces, and then I saw it – they were smiling.
We went for a walk this morning around Leybourne lakes. It was a beautiful Spring day with new growth all around us. The air was filled with the smell of blossoms and the sweet sound of birdsong. Swans, like the puffs of cloud drifting across the sky, glided through the water, effortless and timeless. This path we walked along was particularly inviting. Such an invigorating morning.
I find so much pleasure in my little dog jumping up on the couch, cuddling in next to me and then falling asleep. It’s the small things in life that have the most significance. This little life gives me so much joy.