Hi!

Oh April.  You've been a bit of a pain in my side.  You've beat me up just a little bit, but thank goodness for an amazing sister visit, a sweet husband, kitty kisses, and 19 Kids and Counting...oh and cherry popsicles. 

Today I realized that I always have one song stuck in my head.  I find myself humming it almost daily, especially when I'm typing away at the computer.  

Good King Wenceslas  

Strange, right?

Until next time--

Misty Moors

This morning I was at work by 6:50am.  I had to assist with preparations for a funeral, one of those "other duties as assigned"

It was a quiet and beautiful morning.  I watched the sun rise from the mist and looking out across the tall grass I felt like maybe I should be in Ireland or England, looking out over the moors.  

Just being able to experience this lovely sunrise made my sleep deprived body happy and I was thankful for the view.  I was thankful for quiet mornings and I was thankful for this beautiful life.

Mornings

On Monday morning my drive into work was eerie and claustrophobic.  Heavy fog guided me all 63 miles to my office door.  It wasn't until after 9am that the fog began to lift and the sun mustered its way through the thick clouds.  I ventured outside to breathe in the heavy, wet air.  

It was still quiet with most of my co-workers inside at their desks, typing away and sipping the sludgy office coffee.  I walked across the parking lot to look out to a nearby cypress dome and across the old watermelon field.  For a moment it was just me and the world, huddled and cozy in a soft gray blanket.