I got this photo meme from Mrs. Figby, one of my FAVORITE bloggers. It's pictures of 11 everyday things for which you are grateful. She mentioned she found it a bit sappy, but hey, I'm all maple inside, so I'm a-gonna do it. NB -- it goes without saying that I am grateful for Al, so I'll give him a bow out.
Jasmine pearl green tea. Mmmm... When I regained my sense of smell after the first stage of my illness, it was the first thing I smelled and tasted. I almost cried. I cry easily, so I guess it's not such a big deal. Whenever I drink it, though, I think of this moment.
Stole the view idea from Mrs. Figby, but it's true. I love the view off our porch, even in the dead of winter. Includes the knowledge that the beach is a walk away and Chauncey and the boys have a place to RUN.
Feet. Same reason as above. Hate to sound goopy, but I had a lot of trouble walking during and immediately after my illness, so the fact that they are still sturdy, though a bit beany (they fall asleep a lot), means a lot. Thanks, feet. Please do not judge me for toe lint. I washed today, really. I just skimp on the feet in the winter months.
I'm sure I'm missing something. Like all my friends and family, rainbows and chickadees. But I think I've narrowed it down. Go ahead, do it yourself, and let me know so I can come see.