We love to call the covered patio our sanctuary. It's a place of peace and rest and a place to get away from the world and occasionally each other. Remember the little baby rabbit I blogged about? My husband was worried that the neighbor's cat had killed it. We were just sitting out there and all of a sudden a little head popped out from underneath the big white cabinet.
It was the little rabbit, it has found a perfect home where it should be safe. We think it got split away from it's mother and brood somehow and has been on it's own since it was about the size of a big egg. So now we can truly call it the sanctuary. God bless you, Diane