The small things aren't really small

There's a line in Under the Tuscan Sun that goes, "try to live your life spherically and with childish enthusiasm."

It very much sums up my outlook on life.

I take a lot of joy in things that many people don't bother to take the time to notice. I love the birds, even the early morning cacophony of the meadowlarks. I love that we have both House Finch and Mountain Bluebird nests in the backyard and three different types of hummingbirds come to the feeder. There's the foxes and the white clouds against the deep blue of our high elevation sky. The light of late afternoon, the sun approaching the horizon, a cool breeze blowing through the less obedient tendrils of my hair. My Heeler curled up next to me on the couch, his nose resting on my hip, snoring as he sleeps. Finding a wildflower, a particularly nice pinecone, or the cool spray of a waterfall full from spring snowmelt.

Take time to enjoy what others might term "the small things." Because when you appreciate them, they aren't small, but fulfilling.  I wonder if those that don't feel empty.