Going over the River Thames on a bendy bus on the way to work. The bus is rammed, full of people, old, and smelly, but the view down the river for those couple of minutes just makes everything seem grand. Specifically, this bridge.

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Drinking tea out of this mug, everyday at work.

hurry for simple things and simple pleasures!
[boo black eyed peas though ]

oddly enough, I think brushing my dog is my greatest simple joy. It's a chore, and a ritual, but . . . it's oddly cathartic and I think even he likes it - - but that's probably more for the treats he gets afterwards.

Does the baking soda trick work? How does it affect the flavor?

My morning coffee is definitely one of the nice comforts. I'm not sure whether it's better when I brew a big cup of filtered coffee, or when I make a macchiato, but either way it's something I look forward to. I wish I had a recipe for my favorite San Francisco scones--nobody makes anything like that out here.

I've also been getting into brooks recently. Yesterday Broad Brook was running really nicely when I rode up the hill next to it. Stickney Brook is lovely, and so is the West River. Brooks seem to be one of the perks of living in the mountains.

i love my mid-morning coffee at the local coffee shop. and late night reading and writing. peace.

You're a kitchen goddess! I strive to invest real time and pleasure in nurturing my food like that.
For now my simple pleasure is getting some sun while walking my dog.

I like a simple life too and the things that interest me are learning, cooking, old buildings and nature. Being outdoors on a nice day is great too and I loved what I saw of Canada when I travelled from Toronto to Thunder Bay years ago.

my simple pleasures involve my shyest cat coming to me for some petting and a scratch behind his ears, just warms my heart.

Walking over to the river to watch ducks.

Yes. All things food... especially baking bread- I could knead bread far longer than my wrists would allow. Forming perfect boules and wild yeast starters, tenderly coddling my dough into deliciousness over days.
Also, taking awful phone pictures of the view of Montreal from my window. Walking aimlessly through the streets, watching the people and feeling their energy feed my soul. All I have are the small things.

Cold beer, hot tea, reading good books and hockey.

Wandering through the aisles at my local record store. Long bikes rides. Napping on my couch with the patio door open during a thunderstorm.