Saturday morning, sunny and cold. Scones for breakfast and a clean(ish) house. The baby is napping, Asher and Silas are having a rare peaceful moment playing. Brian is working on the washing machine, the dishwasher is running.

And all is right with my world.

The boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places; surely I have a delightful inheritance. Psalm 16:6

Wishing you a peaceful Saturday.