…comes from enjoying the simple things.
The pear blossom. The pears are fairly useless, and the tree crooked and beyond pruning back into shape, but the blossom every year makes it all worthwhile.
Bluebells in the lane, English ones too.
Finding the little pigs out exploring their domain
I never tire of collecting eggs, still a pleasure. Then back to the house with my baskets, a break and a cup of coffee.