When I rose and looked out of the southern facing windows, the sun shone, the grass greened brightly, the sky blued a most bluish tinge of blue. Then, having waved at Crafties around the world, and been seduced onto the lawn by the promise of light & warmth, grey triumphed. This failed to drive me away, and the sun has erupted for brief moments throughout the day.
I have not yet had time to adequately or fairly describe our visit to Europe this week, and how much fun I had with Tool & The Toolers. Hopefully, soon. Presently, the car is almost packed and I shall soon be off to the water meadows beneath Bredon Hill for what amounts to a holiday with The Little Horse. Several small presents are in a box for opening tonight around midnight!
"Music changes when people hear it."
