Hypothetically

Dried daffodil blossoms, a mule tooth, pressed leaves and leaves pressed into clay.

Dried daffodil blossoms, a mule tooth, pressed leaves and leaves pressed into clay. (Click to up-rez.)

I wouldn’t mind waking up to the sound of rain on my roof some mornings, provided it cleared off in time for me to walk into town. And I wouldn’t mind finding a perfectly ripe banana waiting for me in the wooden mystery bowl when I arrived Underground.

If every now and then I spent a little money on some impractical thing, I wouldn’t complain.  And if I spent the early evening hours reading  with a cat asleep beside me, that wouldn’t be a problem, in the main.