I had an appointment with the propane guy at 1:00 today. At 9:15 he showed up unannounced, catching me still in my sleepclothes, teeth unbrushed- hair as wild as medusa, and not terribly happy to see him. Nonetheless, since he was here I conducted my business in the best possible way under the circumstances.  I had other errands to run, so once he was gone, I made myself presentable and set out to do them. While I was out it occurred to me what a nice day it is out there, and since I didn’t have to get back for the propane guy, why not go over to pick up my greens and poke around in Wilton . The drive over on the back roads was beautiful. The sun was shining, and I was enjoying the little things along the way – an abandoned birds nest in a branch, winterberries, an evergreen wreath on a red barn door, horses in the fields, and on it went. I put on some Christmas music and was completely in the zone. Once in Wilton I got my paperwhite bulbs and the greens I needed for the porch. Stopped briefly at White Home, and was on my way. Driving home with the windows down, car filled with evergreens and applejack, Christmas carols cranked at full tilt, and hair blowing in the breeze, I felt the complete joy of this day.  Sometimes the best things in life are spontaneous. Even if it means greeting the propane guy in your PJs.