Happiness is not having deadlines. Being thankful that I forgot to store the outdoor furniture before November. A cushioned chair awaits amongst golden piles of crisp leaves. The ocean blue sky with feathered clouds that stretch lazily across the open expanse. And the sun, so low and toasty, I cannot help but tilt my face upwards to bask in its glow. Chickens surrounding me, resting, preening, rustling the leaves, enjoying the warm day. A cold glass of chardonnay and a Christmas magazine on my lap.
Happiness is a warm fall day.
