Simple things, from this weekend, poured into a mug like a thoughtful tea. All of my cats in one room at peace. An imperfect lemon. Crispy grapes and Saturday morning pancakes. The smell of cinnamon. The cool air of autumn’s arrival. Flannel shirts and just-dried cotton. A purring kitten curled up into the crook of your arm.  Gentle lavender. Truth is I have not felt well this weekend. The small things, which are really the big things, bring me joy. “Do small things with great love.”

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