The incredible thing is that a loud concrete-mix truck churned, garoooom, out front, (for we're getting new sidewalks), but even so? Mr. Duck (I'm assuming since male birds tend to be prettiest, a fact I mean to speak with God about someday) took a nap. A nap! Mrs. Duck stood at attention, as if to say, "You rest, Dear. I'll watch for enemies." Patiently she turned her head and scanned one area, then another.
I was reminded of God, of angels, watching over us as we sleep.
Eventually they stepped over to my bird feeder and the duck couple went berserk over the birdseed which sparrows spilled down to them. I had to laugh. And take pictures.
We didn't know Hobbit Cottage would be such an interesting place to live when we moved here in 2011. Actually, it was meant only as a temporary home, a quick way off the farm of which we'd grown tired (and which had chewed us up and spit us out).
But God knew better--He always does. And may we forever crave His ideas over our own, even the times when ours appear to make more sense.
"Things are not always as they appear." ...copied
"As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts." ...Isaiah 55:9
"I will both lay me down in peace, and sleep: for you, Lord, only make me dwell in safety." ... Psalm 4:8
Our weekend weather was dreadful so Tom and I stayed in and watched The Lady In The Van. Most of my all-things-British-loving friends would enjoy it, I'm thinking. It stars the always-incredible Maggie Smith and we watched it On Demand, but Netflix has it by disc and most likely it's on Amazon Video, as well.
And it's based on a true story.
My gardening and introverted/dreamy-eyed friends may enjoy this collection of books by Elizabeth von Arnim. Only .99 cents via Amazon Kindle books!
A special thanks to my pal, Judy, for mentioning this author to me.
Addendum: And yes, indeedy! I have watched the so-relaxing Enchanted April.
Seriously, I love, love, love my closet room, especially on dark, cloudy days like this one. I keep talking about it here (sorry), but it still thrills my heart to have a sunny place no matter what the weather.
The lighting is truer in this photo:
In an ideal world, that dark blue wicker shelf thing would not be in there. But as of this moment, there's nowhere else to put it. Anyone else acquainted with that feeling/type of situation? :)
Did you know Susan Branch's latest book (the one I'm reading for the 3rd time) made The New York Times Best Seller List? Congrats to Susan!