September . . . and I'm not giving up on summer quite yet. We are still dining al fresco (weather permitting) on the terrace. (Doesn't that sound more glamorous than having breakfast in the backyard?) Right now, a cool breeze is finding its way through the ravine corridor, the trees are rustling and waving and dancing like anemones underwater, there's a soft melody from the wind chimes and visiting birds, and we hear the annoying rustle and scurry of many, many chipmunks.
I'm appreciating time at home and fortunate to be able to accomplish much work from home. Writing new music, recording, doing cross stitch, knitting new "Nonna washcloths" for Rachael and listening to podcasts with Jim.