On a Saturday morning

Our little white cottage feels cozy, and wonderful on this cloudy Saturday morning.

I feel blessed, and happy that we get to stay home this weekend, free of the usual responsibilities of having to travel. So, home it is on this wonderful gray morning.

Enjoying our cozy little nest, and washing some of the white linen...

I am going to dwell only on lovely things, on everything that's beautiful and good, and not think too much on what's going on around our precious little world, and particularly in our country.... I'm leaving every bit of worry and disquiet of the heart in the heart of God. I know He cares. His silence speaks in a language we cannot understand, yet His love overpowers all shadows. It is true, and tender, and enough to quiet our trembling hearts. A universe of love inhabits his sad eyes.  I like to write. It soothes my spirit, and I like other things as well. Like for example, my new lace curtains in our dinning room.

I love, love them... I like that they are lace, that they offer privacy and yet don't hinder light from still coming in... the room feels like a white, soft cocoon.

I got them here:

And I totally love how they look from the outside... truly romantic, and lovely.

I pruned the roses the other day...

Even the spent roses are so dear and lovely to me...

The view outside from our breakfast table early this morning was incredible... everything is radiantly beautiful outside, and the hummingbirds have arrived.  I spied the first one this morning.  A black little thing with no brilliant colors on its throat.  So I have cleaned and filled their feeders and now I wait.  I will be strolling the gardens as soon as I leave here... will be enjoying and exploring for little, big things and breathing in the mystery of the woods beyond...  I found another lovely shawl the other day and cannot wait to wear it. Every day is a blessing from God. And I consider it a new beginning. Yeah, everything is beautiful.