Ecclesiastes 3 . . .
Alas . . .things change. Last week, on a gorgeous day - blue skies, just a few clouds floating around . . .they cut down our trees. Well, they weren't actually our trees so I guess I can't say anything. But I'm going to tell you that I almost cried over a few trees. This was last Tuesday - I work from home on Tuesday afternoons as I cook and prepare for Tuesday night. I had planned to take my laptop onto the screened in porch . . .and work (because as you can see, it was an incredibly beautiful January day in the south!) . . .instead . . .there were men staring right into our porch. I am not kidding. At one point, I was in our bathroom and I think if I had made any noise at all - we won't talk about bathroom noises - I think they would have been able to hear me! (of course, I don't make any noise!)
They have now leveled the lot and I wonder what I will find this afternoon. Perhaps, the markings for a foundation? Things change. I'm going to have some new neighbors soon. I'm going to have a courtyard soon. Those are good things!
There is a time for everything . . .a time to break down, and a time to build up.