There's a silly song I used to sing when I was a kid about a little cabin in the woods and it goes something like this:
Little cabin in the woods
Little man by the window stood
Saw a rabbit hoping by
Frightened as could be
"Help me. Help me." little rabbit said
Less the hunter shoot me dead.
Come, little rabbit. Come inside.
Safely to abide.
This song has been playing over and over in my head for the last week and it's silly but I thought I'd share it with you. Of course, I replace the word cabin for cottage and it sounds so much better and much more appropriate for our little cottage in the woods. ;)
I know over the next few months and years as we make this home more inviting and more our own, I will find specific spots around and in this house that I love. But for now, I am loving the whole house itself. Nestled deep in the woods of Louisiana... where I can't hear any eighteen wheelers whizzing by on the interstate at night. All I hear is the silence that God intended. Frogs and crickets singing me their lovely evening tune.