simple pleasures
In my early days of motherhood, when I first tasted that shocking loss of independence, my mom taught me to seek out simple pleasures. For her, it was the treat of a fountain coke and a mystery novel, lingered over in the car while she waited for us to get out of school. This is how I learned to consider a cup of tea on the back porch a few moments of indulgence, and a brisk walk to the mailbox under a sunny sky something to treasure.
Anyway, when I found myself driving home from the feed store a couple weeks ago with six peeping balls of fuzz in a box on my son’s lap, I was thinking about Mom’s simple pleasures. I could make an argument that these chicks are for the kids, that watching a pair of feisty Silkies hold a tug of war over a slimy garden worm is something only a five-year-old boy could enjoy. That would be the worst sort of lie.
Because when the house is quiet, the kids tucked away, it’s just me left marveling at this tiny fluff of creation.
Posted in life at frog creek
March 13th, 2010 at 11:09 am
Oh. My. Goodness. Such sweetness…I miss my chickens and would love to get a new set this spring! Yours are just gorgeous!
March 13th, 2010 at 5:24 pm
Your writing and photography never cease to make me smile
March 13th, 2010 at 6:39 pm
Aw, is there anything as cute as a wee chick?
That is so true about the simple pleasures. What a great way of explaining them.
March 26th, 2010 at 4:34 pm
Little chicks are pure sweetness! Don’t you love the little peeps? I’m so glad you took and shared photos!
April 8th, 2010 at 10:42 am
how did i miss this? your chicks are adorable – and look so familiar! do i spy a california white and speckled sussex? of course, they all look so similar at this age
i do love the simple pleasures too. especially when they’re under the guise of selflessness.
April 27th, 2010 at 9:06 pm
I think those who have less leisure time enjoy it more when they are blessed with it, don’t you?
Twice a day, when the kids were young, I’d sit with coffee and a “fun” read, a magazine or catalog; We all called it my “Happy Time”, and they knew not to interrupt, at least not without some sort of blood. And, I still indulge in this, twice a day, but it’s never been as dear or enjoyable as then.
My very best moments in life have been those that don’t cost much. Thanks for sharing your’s.
October 21st, 2012 at 6:25 pm
Sarah, I love the way you write! I feel like I’m right there with you. And I, too, enjoy those quiet moments stolen away from the chaos of small children…even enjoying “simple pleasures.” I’ve wondered about your blog for awhile now; I’m so glad to have found it!
April 25th, 2013 at 11:39 pm
I love the way you write! I feel like I’m right there with you. And I, too, enjoy those quiet moments stolen away from the chaos of small children