“Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.” “Oh the weather outside is frightful….”
I’ve been spending the day peeking out the window, okay staring out the windows and dreaming. The ones who know, the weather prognosticators, have mentioned the possibility of snow. Here, where I live, we rarely get enough snow to amount to anything.
As I write this, it is snowing. Great, big,fat, fluffy flakes that have already covered the blanket of leaves out back. My inner child is dancing.
I remember as a youth, sitting in a classroom, where the windows reached the ceiling. Anticipating the possibility. Growing in excitement when the flakes would finally begin to fall. Waiting, watching the clock, knowing if we could make it to eleven a.m. our day was covered. The joy of finally being released to go home.
I remember, snow cream with the family. Armies of oddly formed snowmen standing in the yard.
I anticipate roaming into the woods seeking photos of the snow. Then returning to the warm house and a cup of hot coffee.
It really doesn’t take all that much to make me happy.
I do love my coffee. The regular stuff, nothing fancy, nothing expensive. I can drink it black, but if I fear its going to walk to me on its own, I will add cream.
Chocolate. Enough said.
Boots. Not dozens of pairs, but just a couple pair that I can swap out so as not to wear them out too quickly.
Sweaters. If I do have to deal with cold, and as long as I live here, I will. I do love those big, bulky sweaters that are so warm and comfortable. Same with oversized sweatshirts.
Summer days where I can be outside. Summer nights in which I can enjoy the night sky.
Music. It doesn’t matter so much the genre, but that I have access to the type that satisfies the mood.
Television documentaries, or family movies.
A good book.
The woods behind my home.
No, it really doesn’t take a lot to make me happy.
I learned a long time ago to be content in and with what I have. I treasure memories of the past more that I treasure material things. I cherish family and friends more than fancy or frivolous. I covet quiet times with friends and family over fame. Being happy with simple to me, is much less stressful. There is less pressure. There is less worry. If you don’t have much, you have nothing to steal. If you live a frugal life, content with less, it is obvious.
No, it really doesn’t take much, for me to be happy. This learned contentment, is peace for the heart, mind, body and soul.