Another vote for watching the wind's fingers ripple through the tresses of the sleeping goddess in a barley field.
Going outside in the deep, still silence of the night and sitting crosslegged on the swingseat, surrounded by my tiny solar lights that look like stars in the dark garden whilst overhead the real stars in the night sky merge with them. The line between the real and faux stars is no longer clear, it feels as though I'm weightless and floating in Space. Neither Time nor the sense of I exist.
The sunshine face of a flower, see image of one of 'my' dandelions, how can this be a weed and so maligned?
The glow of a salt-lamp - see image.
My cat's eyes that can change from yellow to intense burnished gold.
An hour on my aeropilates machine
Seeing anything I've nurtured against all the odds achieve its full potential
The intense green of the mint tea made from a sprig from the garden
The heady aroma of oriental lilies
The scent of elderflowers
The Fairy Door in a tree stump