Right now, I'm sitting on my front porch, just watching spring erupt around me. Listening to the birds, the bumblebees; Gracie is lying at my feet. There's a lovely little breeze. I returned from our Easter lunch, fed and watered everything and everyone, took a few pictures, and decided just to sit out here for a bit and think about the garden, among other things.
The church bells just rung the hour.
This is not boredom, though. I have plenty to do, but nothing pressing at the moment.
This is contentment.