Sunday morning

I picked some wildflowers on the way back from church this morning. Isn't there just something so serene about picking happy yellow flowers on a Sunday morning? It isn't just the flowers that make me happy but the act of flower-picking in its entirety- spotting the flower, bending down to gently remove the root from the soil, picking another flower, and then another one, twirling them around my thumb and forefinger, being enthralled by such simplicity...

Life really is all about the little things.