Sheltered

This morning Laura came by on the way to school carrying roasted veggies for my lunch.  She asked about the pink tree in the woodlands.  I said sounds like a Wild Cherry, but I’ll look on my walk.  Yes, it’s a Cherry and seems to be flowering early.  It’s on a sheltered slope— sheltered from the elements.  How wonderful to be sheltered.  I like the sound of it!

The Lord's our Rock, in Him we hide,

A shelter in the time of storm;

Secure whatever ill betide,

A shelter in the time of storm.