Small Pleasures

I call them small pleasures - but are they really?

Today I had the pleasure of hiking with Abby over the top of Maple Mountain and coming down the other side. It was a full, glorious, sunny day. Oh the pleasure of feeling my body strong and sure, moving rhythmically up the tree-studded slopes; oh the pleasure of discovering sun flooded moss-carpeted forest glades; oh the delight of pausing at the top to breath in the views stretching to the Olympic Mountains in the south - and then the long, slow descent, knowing all the while that at the end of the hike is a reward of rich, dark organic chocolate. Yup - we have to have our rewards.

And there are more rewards - a nap and then uploading all the photos and playing with them in Photoshop - and a hot bubble bath and then an evening of reading and playing online bridge while eating a meal of rice and broccoli and carrots followed by fresh, ripe peaches.

Yes, they are small pleasures but I savour each one, tasting it, letting it melt into my senses.

Who needs big when small is so very good?