Peace

I've come to think of myself as "the woman in the window"; several times during the day I will go to the window and look outside. I love the rays of the early morning sun as they filter through the trees and glisten on the dewdrops. I watch the crows and the gray squirrel searching for fallen pecans. I look over the flower beds, reviving from the hot, dry summer, and think ahead to next spring and the possibilities.

I think my window watching started whenever my husband was in graduate school, and I was at home with no adult conversation during the daytime, just the sound of three little girls playing. A lot of afternoons I stood at the picture window waiting for factory workers to pass the house on their way home from work. I was lonely. I still spend a lot of time alone; that's what fear of leaving home does to one. There are some weeks when I don't hear another woman's voice from one Sunday to the next. So you, my blogging friends, are important to me.

I find peace here on the farm, and a closeness to God through his wonderful creations.