It is always interesting, isn't it, to wonder why we like the things that we like. What makes something or someone pleasing to the eye? to our eye? What is pretty? What is beautiful? The chemical reaction that happens when we 'like' is such a high, both emotionally and physically. It can make me hop in place. I am talking about the really simple things that please me like stuff from the garden or a clean house or somebody who really doesn't know how beautiful they are or just the view (at any time of the day) from the deck.