My joy...well, not trying to be all dramatic, but my joy is in life itself right now. I was very sick a couple of weeks ago, near fatal they tell me. Frankly that sounds weird to me, but I digress.
	 
	I remember laying there on the couch, delirious, and thinking how easy it would be to just walk into the clouds. I adore high fever hallucinations, don't you? 

 And then thinking of all the things I'd miss...and the things on my list were so simple: 
	 
	Red tulips, children laughing, dogs running in sunshine, fresh cherries, wind in my hair. 
	 
	Bizarre!
	 
	And, for practical joy - I'm moving next weekend to a cute little duplex where I get my own garden! I've really missed dirt and sun this past spring. This place gives me a fairly large garden space without being too huge to care for. It even has a cute wooden fence with a rounded gate. *Happy Sigh*
 
			
			
									
									We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, then, is not an act but a habit. 
Aristotle