The Joys of Life

The tiny island cottage feels so wonderful...

When I have been away from our island,

a salty piece of land, a spit of a sand bar,

off the coast of Alabama,

it starts to call my soul...

I long for it...

for the humid, salty air in my hair...

I long for the feel of the green and white strip, cotton sheets,

crisp and ironed...

The smell of Shrimp Strada baking in the oven...

The smell of the lemon tree blossems...

My books...

My paintings...

Chasing sunsets...

The dogs stretched out on throw rugs...

Windows thrown open...

Windchimes dancing in the Southern breeze...

The smell of the rosemary...

Good coffee, good wine, good conversation...

Simple pleasures

are

the joys of life...

Blessings

*****Yaya*****