Happiness Is…

July 14, 2011 · 9 comments

… a July early morning wander through the front yard to see what amazing things happened overnight.

… a perfectly seasoned iron skillet, farm fresh eggs, and a willing chef who knows how to use them.

… watching the other guy work.

And yes, those are tiki lights he’s cleaning up. Are they so retro they’d be fun and funky strung up on the porch? Or would they be just one more opportunity to amuse the neighbors as they drive by, like the time they saw us vacuuming the lawn?

We’re in negotiations about those tiki lights.

… being overly blessed by an abundance (four) of kamikaze robins who all decided to raise their babies in the eaves of our porches this year.

In hindsight, we probably should have anticipated the maternal scolding, dive-bombing of Winnie’s head, and poop.  However, by the time we had fully wound in the reality of the situation, there were already about 20 hungry chirpers in residence. We just couldn’t bring ourselves to give them the boot.

Instead, we rearranged the deck furniture out of the flight paths, and Winnie learned to duck, which, when you think about it, is an odd thing to learn from a robin.

… when the last baby bird is coaxed off the rafter, and you can once again enjoy an evening glass of wine wherever you want on the porch without substantial risk of poopage.

… meaningful work with a very short commute.

… sharing a bona fide Canadian butter tart with new friends.

Thanks for the photo, Peter Ernst.

Here’s the recipe for the “butter” part, and here’s the recipe I use for the pastry. Plan on at least two per person. These puppies are world-class table bangers.

… a happy, healthy canine companion…

… who’s remarkably flexible and is apparently not afflicted whatsoever by claustrophobia.

… a beautifully wrapped, spontaneous gift of her art from a talented and dear lady, just because.

Thanks, Liv. It’s going to be a cherished addition to my “every January” reading list.

… walking through our meadow after dinner…

… and marveling at evidence after evidence that none of this is an accident.

… watching a thunderstorm build.

… the first local tomatoes showing up at your front door, hand-delivered by a neighbor, lightly drizzled with olive oil, and graced with a little creamy blue cheese, salt, and pepper.

Oh. My.

… a quiet dinner, listening to the gentle rain on the porch roof, at the end of a busy day with your best friend.

Thanks, Rick.

{ 8 comments… read them below or add one }

Zinc July 19, 2011 at 3:33 pm

Wow..just checked this one out. Pulled me out of my everyday reality and put me square into something very special. Miss you guys!


scott July 17, 2011 at 7:34 pm

A great way to live…I really like the last photo!


Gayane July 16, 2011 at 6:55 am

Kathy, I love the way you live. I love the way you feel. Thank you for adding a piece of happiness to this world!


rickandkathy July 15, 2011 at 8:53 am

Hi all, and thanks for the sweet words.
Lisa, we’ll leave the porch light on for you. Down the hall, first bedroom on your right.


Louise July 14, 2011 at 4:47 pm

to top it all off ripe tomatoes already; my kinda neighbourhood


Sandi Fentiman July 14, 2011 at 4:21 pm

Very nice pictures and a wonderful place to….semi retire/retire. What’s the book called? I guess you’ll have to clean out and block the rafters once the birds leave. Poor Winnie, doesn’t take very many hits for an animal to learn to duck.


Lisa July 14, 2011 at 4:14 pm

OK, that’s it. I’m on my way.


Debra July 14, 2011 at 4:10 pm

Sweet. Simple. Quiet. Nice.


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