You can't accidentally pick a basketful of homegrown cherry tomatoes out by the cattle yard fence.
You can't accidentally sit down for an hour for a cuppa with a great uncle and the rest of your family.
Litres of cold drip coffee doesn't just happen.
Fresh loaves of bread don't make themselves.
The piano doesn't teach itself to play and sing.
This is my present epiphany. Good things are things that don't happen by accident. Don't happen instantly. Can't happen by chance. In a world obsessed with bigger louder quicker, it feels good to have things that are slow and full of soul.
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