I think that life can be filled with wonderful simple things, if you choose to see it that way (and I’m not saying I do, BTW!). 

Peanut Butter And Jelly Sandwiches, for instance.  Or the beautiful way a hand-made manual-pull La Pavoni Europiccola Espresso machine makes a perfect shot of espresso, each morning.  Or a wood-fire in a fireplace, and the smell of the fire burning. How about fresh Lemonaide?

Breath on a cold winter morning.  Wearing my near floor-length Armani black winter overcoat, that I get to wear one-week-a-year at Sundance - the whole festival exists just so I can wear that coat... or my Avrex brown Leather bomber jacket, that is so worn and falling apart... they can't repair it any more, the act of dipping a pen-nib in a pool of intense blue ink and writing on a piece of oh-so-smooth Rhodia French paper and watching the ink glisten and dry as I write my journal...

The smell of horses...  driving along the PCH (the Pacific Coast Highway).. at exactly the speed limit... :-) with the top down at sunset... or maybe...

Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens;
Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens;
Brown paper packages tied up with strings;
These are a few of my favorite things.

Well... not really. 

Although the "girls in white dresses" could work... but that is from later in the song...