Smell: Freshly mowed grass
Homemade blueberry crumble in the oven
Hear: Sitting on a bench with B beside Lake Superior just listening to the waves roll in and out
Listening to Vivaldi's Four Seasons on my ipod while taking my morning walk.
Mourning doves cooing
Taste: Mint leaf picked from herb garden
Strawberry slushes at the drive in theatre
Touch: Soft petals of a rose
petting the soft fur on my cat, Al
Sight: watching sailboats glide across Lake Superior
horses running across the field
squirrels and chipmunks playing tag on my deck
Along with Handel's Messiah, Vivaldi's Four Seasons touch my soul.
ReplyDeleteGod bless.