"It takes time," artist Georgia O'Keeffe wrote, "to see a flower, or to make a friend." William John Fitzgerald might agree. This charming if cliched ode to the simple life encourages its readers to get off the treadmill, drop out of the rat race and take time to smell the roses. Blessings are everywhere, Fitzgerald says, if you only know where to look, and his somewhat rambling book contains reflections on the blessedness of such diverse entities as atoms, sunrises and peregrine falcons. It also includes "ponder questions," like "What kind of e-mail do I enjoy most?" and poems like "Black Can Be Beautiful," a list of "black" things (like loam) that are good, countering the association of black with evil (which Fitzgerald appears to feel is the source of racism). Whether recounting his recovery from clinical depression or telling tales of the positive role which computer use can play in the lives of lonely senior citizens, Fitzgerald manages to look on the bright side and count his blessings. Though the message is simple, it's one we should all be happy to hear over and over again.