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Wordless Wednesday 39. That which bring me joy.

Often there are no dramatic moments in life. It is the mundane, the little things, the routines that go on to comprise a patchwork, which knits itself into a day that passed. A date on the calendar.

I like to notice little things that make each day special. I write about them (in a private journal) and sometimes I write posts like these--to share things that are made me happy.




 When the weather is gloomy outside, the best way to spend the day is being curled up on the couch :)




On a gloomy day, red can work wonders :)



And yes--these are growing in my garden. Gives me so much joy.



And finally a walk with my 3rd baby. We walk about 3.5 kms every day. She stops to explore the little things.  I notice so much when i take her for a walk--things that I would have otherwise missed.

I am not sure who enjoys it more--she or me.

And even though this was a Wordless Wednesday post, I had to write a few things.
Sometimes, pictures just don't suffice.
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  1. Curling up and sleeping is all that I would love to do right now :)

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  2. Wonderful pics Preeti....Little things that bring joy.... Have a great day...

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  3. Wonderful pics :) And you have very pretty fingers :)

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  4. Simple joys of life are indeed priceless. Nice post! :)

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  5. Yes minutethings that bring joy and help us to forget few problems that our mind keep thinking... :-)

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  7. Both your plants and thoughts grow sweet fruit for you.Congrats.

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