It's about something you can't buy on a shelf (unless you count fertilizers and stuff).
It's something you "grow" to appreciate, especially when your whole state goes for a month with nary a drop of rain coupled with heat indices in the triple digits for as long as you can remember and more of the same in the extended forecast.
It's the kind of green that lasts for only a moment in the two weeks of spring-like weather we get to experience down here in Georgia. This year, it was at the end of April.
The kind of green that makes you optimistic for the summer.
Then, the days get hotter, the sun lasts longer, and the grass withers away.
But with the crunchiness comes a different kind of simple pleasure.
But the best part is how grateful it has made me for a few drops of rain when we finally get them. And how thankful I am for the Georgia Farm Bureau and their collective prayers for rain and to live in a place where this is not only a tolerable practice, but a preferred one. And how big the smile was that crossed my face tonight as I walked outside and breathed in the sweet smell of rain as we were blessed with a 15-minute deluge.
Tomorrow, I suspect I'll see a little more green.
And, that, friends, is my simple pleasure.
See a lot more Simple Pleasures at Dayle's Simple Pleasures party.