Grace is that funny divine gift that means you have been spared even when you did not deserve it. We had fires here yesterday. Thousands of acres burned and several homes were lost. Mine was not among them. The animals and I are still here on the plains with the looms and quantities of yarn. What to take when the sheriff comes and tells you to evacuate? The looms are too big and the yarn can be replaced. I just got ready to take the animals, but mercifully we were spared. The fires raged less than a mile from our home, the sky was dark for hours from the smoke long before sunset. This morning the acrid smell is everywhere. Still, we are grateful to be enjoying the sunlight and flowers. My husband planed these daffodils before he left for Iraq and they are just coming into bloom.

However you spend your day, be grateful.