I Wuz Just Thinking: Memories from life’s simple things

Photo: J Gerald Crawford

I love the beauty of the blue skies and white/grey fluffy clouds.  My imagination enjoys flying through the clouds, being embraced with their beauty.

Simple things bring me such pleasure, and I’m so thankful for them.

A little while ago a beautiful red bird landed on the table on my side patio, and I could see him through the patio doors.  He did not linger long, just long enough for me to thank the good Lord for allowing me to see him – but not long enough for me to take a picture.

I started thinking about other simple things that have brought such joy in my life.

Betty Mahurin Baker

I love looking at the sky, especially when I drove to work in the early morning near sunrise. I could see all the many shades of colors painted across the sky. And when I came home at sunset, I marveled at those shades and designs.  I love the beauty of the blue skies and white/grey fluffy clouds.  My imagination enjoys flying through the clouds, being embraced with their beauty.

Magnificent.

Simple things like the first snowflake, the first Spring flower, birds chirping, watching animals whether it be squirrels scampering or deer with their ears perked up from hearing a sound.

Simple joy from a newborn of all kinds – human, animal, bird. They all brought a smile to my face.

Many simple things, not only from nature but perhaps from my husband or son who brings a little candy bar because they know my favorites.

The simple thing like a new jar of peanut butter.  The very first dip in a new jar of peanut butter is so good.  Jimmy and I usually push and shove to get the first bite.  The first spoonful really is better than any other dips.  Jimmy does not play fair.  I get a spoon for each of us, and I open the jar. We are supposed to dip at the same time, but like I said, he does not play fair. He rushes with his spoon first before I can say go.

Listening to the raindrops on the metal roof of the houseboat at Lake O’ the Pines, such a simple pleasure.

A fresh coat of paint on anything warms my heart because it looks so clean and fresh.

The fresh smell of sheets and towels that have hung to dry in the sunshine.

The enjoyment of seeing someone’s face when surprised with a gift that you know they will enjoy.

Sharing with others –  it be something that I have cooked or sewn or something I already have – and they have a collection that it would match or perhaps it’s something just the right size or color they would like.  Bringing joy to others is my greatest pleasure.

Raking in the yard and uncovering worms or watching grasshoppers hop from one side of the yard to the other and reflecting back to my childhood when we would dig earthworms or catch grasshoppers for bait so Daddy would take us fishing, as I wuz just thinking.

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