Simple Pleasures Project, Day 16

Actually having my camera with me when I see something I want to take a picture of on my walk down from Gramma's.

Simple Pleasures Project, Day 15

The brown heads of the cattails slowly becoming that downy, white fluffy stuff as they go to seed.

Simple Pleasures Project, Day 14

Watching the dragonflies by the pond.

Simple Pleasures Project, Day 13

The welcome feeling a cool breeze blowing through the window on a hot afternoon.

Simple Pleasures Project, Day 12

Waking up to see the bright orange plumage of a Baltimore Oriole sitting in the apple tree outside my bedroom window.

Simple Pleasures Project, Day 11

Relaxing with my kitty curled up on my lap.

Simple Pleasures Project, Day 10

Seeing a sign warning of buggy crossing in Menonite country.

I've always found those kind of neat, because while you can find deer crossing signs all over the country, buggy crossing signs are a bit more rare.

Simple Pleasures Project, Day 9

The sweet smell of fresh cut hay.

Simple Pleasures Project, Day 8

The sound of raindrops hitting the roof.

Simple Pleasure Project, Day 7

Watching honeybees buzzing around the clover blossoms.

Simple Pleasures Project, Day 6

Gathering flowers to dry for craft projects.

Simple Pleasures Project, Day 5

Walking barefoot on the cool, dirt floor of the forest.

Simple Pleasures Project, Day 4

Lori Thompson's chocolate-chip cookies.

She's one of the bakers at the farm market and has the greatest chocolate-chip cookies in the world. Of course, as nobody in my family is capable of baking chocolate-chip cookies, it just makes hers that much better. But, while my own family's choc-chip cookies may not turn out well, the cold dough is always excellent. (yeah, we eat it raw eggs and all).

Simple Pleasures Project, Day 3

The sight of big, fluffy clouds at sunset, looking like something from a fairyland scene in Fantasia.

Simple Pleasures Project, Day 2

The sweet taste of the season's first strawberries.

Simple Pleasures Project, Day 1

Seeing as how my goal with this project is to take the time to "stop and smell the roses," that was exactly what I did in the litteral sense on the first day of my little endevor. As I walked along the cow fence, the sweet fragrance of the wild rose bushes in the pasture surrounded me with a most pleasing and relaxing aroma.