The simple joy of sitting outside

There is a burbling pond situated outside our bedroom window, next to the screenporch where the meditation spot and hammock reside, and astride my "diva shed," the office I don't inhabit often enough. It's a beautiful day and I've got my feet up on our outdoor mosaic table and plan to look at Louisiana recipes and peruse Peter Case's book, "As Far as You Can Get Without a Passport."

Life is indeed good. I have to remember that, because most of the time I'm hunkered down trying to drum up interest in my music, or cheerlead for my husband, or wrangle/learn to let go of my teenager.