Simple Things

Sometimes I don't appreciate the simple things until they are gone.  Right now, for me, it is ice.  It's simple - just water at or below 0 degrees Celsius and yet I can't wait to have it all the time.  It is a simple pleasure to have ice in my cup on a hot day of gardening.  I rode my bike down to Jim's Ice Cream today just to buy a cherry slush laden with little bits and pieces of ice.  It was delicious and refreshing.  In Haiti this past February I remember feeling the same way; what a pleasure it would be to have ice.  The street vendors sold glace (ice) at a few of the market places but not knowing where the water had come from I refrained.  Even in Haiti, just a month after a devastating earthquake, people understood the simple pleasure.  So this afternoon I rifled through my kitchen boxes in the basement and found an ice cube tray (I have an ice maker in my old fridge in the garage but the water hose isn't hooked up) and I filled it with water so that tomorrow I can indulge in this simple wonder.