If I didn't know better, I'd think I was part English. Well, technically, I may be, but I've not spent enough time on the island to be as English-y as I feel sometimes. And by that, I mean that I drink enough hot tea to float a rather large boat; I adore a good rainy day; I love to wear my Wellies; I make a mean scone (probably better than the dry Enlish versions; I love to putter in my garden; I would give anything for a thatched roof cottage in Devonshire or somewhere on the moors...and I love to read about all things English. In fact, I recently discovered a British author whose works I have been pouring through: Marcia Willett. I delved into several of her books, loved them, and Kyle has been bringing more home from the library for me. I had the unfortunate realization midway through my piles, that her characters are all related. There is an order to her books that I was NOT made aware of in time. There is no helpful list in the front of her books, and the library has confusingly placed some of her first books on the new release shelf, despite the fact that they precede the others I already read! They were apparently re-released, but nobody told me!

Anyway, with my mind full of English cottages, thatched roofs, large, hairy Newfoundlands lounging about, wild ponies and sheep on the moors, the gorse and heather...I was thrilled to awaken yesterday to a day straight out of an English countryside. It was rainy, misty, my windows fogged up...Kyle and I nestled under quilts with our mugs of hot tea and pretended we were in our own little cottage far from North Little Rock. The lushness of color outside our windows was breathtaking, the birds chirped lazily, and time passed extra slowly just for us. I made myself a delicious grilled cheese sandwich with this fabulous hearty whole grain bread, sliced up a nectarine and threw in some grapes for good measure. I slowly savoured each bite as I did my quiet time and praised God for a day made in heaven!!!!