Coffee that was beans 5 minutes ago. Yogurt, honey and blueberries from my own labors. Flat surfaces piled with cukes, squash, okra and tomatoes. A barrel of basil next to the door. A good read under the trees next to the fountain, my own Walden puddle…with frogs! Dove hunting through the Blackeyed Susans. Cairns scooping out cools spots under the Camellias. Gayle and I glance across the skeeter ditch at the lush green cemetery beyond. A living memento mori we don’t have to mow. Today I am the happiest, richest, most contented man in the world. A very Jeffersonian feeling.