Simply Smiling

It seems like a lifetime since I wrote my last Simple Pleasures post. Yes, I know that I said I was going to continue to find them,  party or no party, and I have tried. It just that I couldn't seem to get them from my head to my fingers.

This week, though, I have a simple pleasure to share.

This simple little house sits between our neighborhood and town. I probably zoom past it dozens of times in a week, never giving it much notice.

 Even if I did, I probably noticed this thing. 

 That's the ramp where the front steps used to be. 

I guess, if I ever noticed it at all, 

I would have noticed it was a handicapped house. 

I might have called it that, too. 

That's not what The Practical One calls, though. She calls it The Happy House.  The other day, she showed me the reason why. You see,  she noticed  something about that house that  I had missed.

Can you see it? 

Pssst. It's over by the garage.

How about now? 

It's a smile... 

courtesy of a good imagination and a happy green noodle. 

Now folks, that's what you call a home with a positive attitude.

I loved it so much that I stopped Ebenezer and whipped out the shiny red Kodak,
and do you know what happened
as I snapped those pictures of the smiling house?
I found myself smiling back. 

Finding the smile was
 this week's simple pleasure.