Old dogs with stiff back legs and greying muzzles...little girls with a head of curly red hair...fat Tabby cats sleeping in the sun...scarlet geraniums in mossy pots...newly painted village pumps...a letter from a friend...strawberries and ice-cream...fields of buttercups...delicate Harebells nodding in the breeze...picking sweet wild raspberries...collecting sea glass...a package of wool in the post...my grandson coming to visit...purple nail varnish...cauliflower cheese for supper...black olives and Camembert...owls hooting...an excellent book to read...new cotton fabric to make pyjama trousers...finding my fifteenth great grandfather...listening to favourite music tracks...reading poetry...my hot water bottle...finishing a crochet blanket in rainbow colours...Himself making me a mug of tea at three o'clock in the morning...watching Martin, with his high stepping horse, go past in a gig...old men who speak to me of times long past...remembering my friend Eoghan...making Chocolate chip cookies...gathering pine cones...Garlic bread...picking Blackberries on warm Autumn afternoons...Murphy sitting on my lap...the scent of Patchchouli...new pairs of knickers...glasses of red wine...stroking the Donkeys soft noses...fresh Apricots...salted cashews...sharp frosty mornings...the sweet, evocative smell of turf burning...dancing clouds of good weather midges on summer evenings...smiles from strangers...crispy roast potatoes...street after street of three storey houses in Dublin...front doors painted bright scarlet...spit and sawdust 'pubs...young men with long hair in ponytails...grumpy station masters at rural stations...girls in tight jeans who sashay when they walk...any photograph of Paul Newman...the quiet hawk- nosed Egyptian Doctor who saved my life...long velvet skirts with deep pockets...a new inhaler...my bright red Doc Martins...a towel dried in the wind...clean sheets...new plump pillows...a Bodhran played with love for the music...my Grandsons bright green eyes...giggling babies...tiny girls in flower be-decked leggings...the ethereal sound of the Pan-pipes...small boys telling silly jokes...photographs of people from long ago...watching Simons Cat videos...getting the hang of a new crochet pattern...reading until two in the morning...arms cold and stiff...
I daresay I could think of so many more.