... all our troubles seem so far away. Or something like that!
I was at the computer (that resides on the dining table during the day) yesterday morning when I noticed an orange glow coming through the frosted window of our 'front' door (which is our only door but that's beside the point!).
I opened the door, peeked out and saw what promised to be a glorious sunrise.
So, I grabbed my camera, my tripod, threw on a jacket and slipped into my flip-flops that reside by the door.
I stood outside for quite a while taking various shots of the sunrise got chilled so I went back in to grab my cup of coffee while waiting for the sun to peek over the mountains.
I'd say it was worth the wait and worth my fingers and toes getting so cold I thought they'd break off!
It's mornings like this that remind me that the sun will rise every day no matter what is going on in our lives, that life is good and that God is still in control. And, for that, I am forever grateful!
CountryBoy is working twelve hour days for ten days. The long days began yesterday so I changed up my routine and decided to sit outside for a bit in the morning and do some reading since I now have fourteen hours (we live a ways from the job) during the day to fill before he gets home from work!
I'm currently reading one of my beloved Amish fiction books. It's a thick book, four books in one, entitled 'Brides of Lancaster County' by Wanda E. Brunstetter. Good book(s)!
Topping off sitting outside reading a good book was the view...
Quite peaceful. I love moments like this.
In the afternoon, I worked on the baby blanket some more only to rip out two rows just before CountryBoy got home because I missed a stitch. Sigh. I tried to overlook it but I couldn't. It kept glaring at me. So to stop it from glaring at me I ripped everything out until I got to that stitch. Stupid missed stitch. Sometimes my perfectionism causes me such grief. But, at least it's not glaring at me now, ha!
Till next time,
