He brewed his tea in a blue china pot, poured it into a chipped white cup with forget-me-nots on the handle, and dropped in a dollop of honey and cream. He sat by the window, cup in hand, watching the first snow fall. “I am,” he sighed deeply, “contented as a clam. I am a most happy man.” – Ethel Pochocki, Wildflower Tea, 1993

My favorite weather is bird-chirping weather. – Terri Guillemets, “April morning on the patio,” 1988

There are many things I do for amusement, but for happiness I like to gather up my memories and go for a walk in the rain. – Robert Brault, rbrault.blogspot.com