Happiness is...
waking up to a sunny morning,
strolling out in the cold winds,
stopping to smell the beautiful blooms,
losing our directions along the way,
finally stumbling into Pete's Grille,
ordering large fluffy blueberries hotcakes,
filling our tummies perched on the stool,
walking out of the diners satisfied,
turning our attention to the Farmers' Market
gawking at produce and plants,
coming home empty-handed,
yet, feeling content and cheery,
because I have you.ps. This is not an attempt at writing a poem, my writing has limits; its merely a short entry.
Left: Colorful pansies in a large pot
Right: A rose- almost the size of my clenched fist- about to bloom
The Waverly Farmers' Market: do not be deceived, they close in winter!
