Just A Thought...

"From the porch of Fernbank he had a commanding view of Mitford. It was a toy village that lay at his feet like something one would find under a Christmas tree with an electric train running around. There was Main Street that sliced Mitford neatly in half, and the green circle of the town monument at the north end, and between the shops the colorful patches of flower beds made it all appear orderly and safe. He could see the bell tower of Wesley chapel, the grand bulk of First Baptist and the empty lots as green as jade on either side of the tree enveloped lord's chapel. Away to the west blue mountains rolled like waves. "Wouldn't be marvelous, Mrs Sadie, if life would be as perfect it looks from your porch?" "I've thought that very thing many times. When Harpy's wife laid dying I often looked down at his house and thought : we never ever know what hardy lies under those rooftops... I heard the Mississippi preacher say that everybody is trying to swallow something that won't go down." "Well, he is right about that"... At Home in Mitford by Jan Karon