Book Sale at the Library

Yesterday was a soft gray day shimmering with silver raindrops.  I love the music of the rain!  I woke up around 7:30 and proceeded to spend most of my day tidying, reading, and relaxing.  It was lovely.  The rain made it so homey in our little house.  You could see it trickling down the window panes and hear it dancing on our roof.
I decided to leave early for work so that I could stop by our little library beforehand.  I drove all the way there in my little car (I got a car!!  She's small and silver, and her name is Josephine).
I don't know whether I've ever described my library, but I will now.  It's in part of a heritage building in our village, which is a light yellow with white pillars in the front, almost Parthenonian style.  It has warm dark wooden doors, and the one that leads into the library has a little roof overtop of it to keep you dry.  The library is quite small, but our kindly librarian has managed to squeeze as many books in as possible.
Anyway, I went in to pick up our books and saw lots of boxes of books waiting for a booksale happening the next day.  I was going to leave without looking through, as I wouldn't be able to come later, but my dear librarian said she would give me a whole box of my picking for a dollar because she said she knew they were going to a good home where they would be read and loved.
I thanked her profusely and collected my treasures, stacking them on the counter.  When I was finished, she tucked them all into a cardboard box and gave it to me.  The rest of my day I was filled with contentment and gratitude.  I honestly have the best librarian in the world.

  

 

Every day seems to have a little pearl which is given to me.  I didn't realize it before; I've had to train myself to find them.  It's like a treasure hunt!  I'm collecting them to make a whole string, a beautiful one, full of happy memories.
God is so good to me.
I hope every one of you are having as wonderful a year as I am.