May the words of my mouth
and the meditations of my heart
be pleasing in Your sight,
O Lord, my Rock and my Redeemer. Ps.19:14
This morning I woke up to see a blanket of white across our yard. Actually, the snow was so dry that it looked like a quilted covering with brown stitching, because shades of the leaves underneath the snow were still peeking through. It's been a good day for soup and corn muffins, and curling up with a good book.