Somehow I omitted “Elder Music” from my to-do list this week and today dawned with nothing to publish.
It wouldn't be a lot of work to hastily cobble together something for you, but it's a pleasant early morning here, the air washed clean from an overnight rain. The birds are twittering and the squirrels are already scrambling about the trees, fences and electrical wires, eagle eyes zeroing in on backyard kitchen gardens and deck farms from which to thieve their breakfast.
It is chilly, just 50 degrees Fahrenheit, but wrapped in a couple of sweater layers sipping a cup of freshly-brewed, hot coffee on the deck, I have no inclination to disturb this morning idyll with electronic sound and a jumble of html code.
So enjoy your Sunday, I'll be back tomorrow and if you are looking for some thoughtful reading to ponder, I recommend this story from today's New York Times Magazine - The Case for Working With Your Hands.
Somehow I omitted “Elder Music” from my to-do list this week and today dawned with nothing to publish.
It wouldn't be a lot of work to hastily cobble together something for you, but it's a pleasant early morning here, the air washed clean from an overnight rain. The birds are twittering and the squirrels are already scrambling about the trees, fences and electrical wires, eagle eyes zeroing in on backyard kitchen gardens and deck farms from which to thieve their breakfast.
It is chilly, just 50 degrees Fahrenheit, but wrapped in a couple of sweater layers sipping a cup of freshly-brewed, hot coffee on the deck, I have no inclination to disturb this morning idyll with electronic sound and a jumble of html code.
So enjoy your Sunday, I'll be back tomorrow and if you are looking for some thoughtful reading to ponder, I recommend this story from today's New York Times Magazine - The Case for Working With Your Hands.