Simple Pleasures

I am a firm believer that it is the simple pleasures, the little joys in life, that make all the difference.  You just have to notice them.  Forget the fleeting rush of a new pair of £700 shoes; the contentment that comes with being able to see the wonder in life's miniest miracles is really the key, I think, to lasting happiness.

Autumn is finally here (which, for me, is a constant source of joy in its own right), and while the days here are still warmish, late nights and early mornings are getting pretty damn chilleh.  Like, not-wanting-to-get-out-of-a-warm-bed-at-seven-in-the-morning kind of chilly.  So if the antidote to cold evenings is sleepy tea and a hottie, the way forward on a frosty morning is a healthy, hearty, warming breakfast to ease you into gear.  So yesterday I made a big batch of granola (I like mine with hot milk...).  At the risk of sounding like a hessian-clad, hairy-legged, free-lovin' hippie... as I mixed up the oats, nuts, flaxseed, wheatgerm, raw cacao, oatbran, etc etc health food shit etc, I felt so completely and blissfully aware of all the nutrition and natural goodness I was packing into my family's breakfast...

And the best part - waking up this morning to my boy saying "Mama wake up!  Let's go have a bowl of that licious ganola you made!"   And the contentment I felt as I sleepily watched him guzzle it up, knowing that no shop-bought granola could ever compare to Mama's Homemade Granola; not in nutritional value nor love content.  I was like, totally blissed out, man.