In no particular order and certainly not all-inclusive--
Walking: in the woods, on the shore, down the hall.
Bicycling on a deserted road.
Picking wild blueberries or wild asparagus, or cultivated apples.
Listening to Albert Schweitzer play Bach.
Eating my own cooking, drinking my coffee.
Especially my chopped liver, latkes, spaghetti bolognese.
Eating at a diner.
Flying a small airplane.
Wrestling with a large, friendly dog.
Spreading manure (i.e., driving a tractor pulling a manure spreader).
Herding cows.
Haying.
Unloading trucks and loading package cars at UPS.
Writing computer code.
Re-reading an old familiar book (e.g., Kingdom of Flying Men--about some WWII vets starting a freight airline)
Reading R.S. Thomas' poetry.
Wandering through a large art museum, natural history museum, or library.
Sketching with pen or pencil.
Knitting.
Watching an old, familiar romantic movie (e.g., Brigadoon or Casablanca)
Reading Hasidic Tales or the Pirke Avoth.
Sleeping after having done something physical.
Lying on my back in the grass, watching the clouds.
Seeing my kids.
Snuggling with my wife.
Driving an agile car on a deserted, twisting road.
Kayaking, canoeing.
Exploring northern Italy.
A deep conversation.
"These are a few of my favorite things..."
S
