Remember a couple of weeks ago, when I just happened to mention that Grandmother Willow–the one in our yard–was a willful, unruly soul?
Well, last night’s windstorm taught her a thing or two.
It was actually pretty ominous to see the enormous…
heavy branches…
that were–not doubt–capable of doing some serious damage…
to a strong and sturdy house, or the not so strong and sturdy people inside it…
come apart in the middle of the night with a mighty crack…
only to fall and hover about 6 inches above a flimsy little wooden fence…
without doing one tiny speck of damage.
What an incredible blessing.
“Gratitude is born in hearts that take time to count past mercies.”
~Charles E. Jefferson
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