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...
Fast cars..children laughing..daffodils..a juicy rib eye steak..smell of freshly mown grass..family and good friends..a funny film..a cuddle from my husband..old family photos..sticky kisses from my grandchildren.. My dog..crusty bread coated in butter...like you Vashti, l can think of many more.
That's lovely😁 quite a few delicious and wonderful favourite things!😀 one of my favourite things is having a bath and watching the sun go down 😃💗at the same time lol😁 xxx
Oh yes that is good hufferpuffer. We had an extension built so that our bath had a long window at the end we could look out of. Probably scare the horses in the field across the pond but they don't seem to mind - ha ha.
That is so amazing, Vashti. Bit late at night for me to think of my favourite things. Just thought - my lovely bed with clean sheets and hopefully a good nights sleep. I recognise so many things that I love on your list. XX
Oh I could agree with loads of them, don't like olives tho'. and as for washing on the line, it was always terry nappies for me, (for the 2 eldest of course, pampers by the time the other 2 came along)
Lovely to read Vashti - mine are:- seeing the grandkids, laughing with Pete, laughing at Pete, butterflies, red roses and the sunshine. Lots more but just a few to be going on with.
I love to see the full moon in a bright clear sky, reflected in water, better still. Long grass in the summer. Halva when I can get it. Seeing my wonderful great grandchildren playing. Feeling amazed at how beautiful slim and elegant my daughters and grandaughters are. They got the slim genes from my first husband.
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