So I was slightly discouraged about my location in the world when I headed out this afternoon. But as I pulled out of my tiny little town, I noticed a slight dusting of puffy white, floating lightly on the grass beside the road. It was absolutely beautiful. Dainty and pure and simply pretty.
It is harvest time. And suddenly, I can appreciate my tiny little southern town again. Dirt roads, pecan groves, and loose cotton, rather than snow, dusting the side of the road. Life is good.