It’s cold here. The mornings are drenched in icy mist and the sky’s been constantly overcast. It’s all very cosy and thoughtful, perfect weather for soup, writing, and music.
This is what I’ve been playing lately, a combination of strange music and soft music and the lovely sort of music that helps me drift off into my own thoughts. It’s a fantastic soundtrack for moving into this new season.
If you have any songs to add, share them in the comments! I’d love to add to the playlist 🙂
I feel like this woman sings exactly like I do – slightly out of range, slightly off-kilter – but somehow she manages to make it sound fantastic, instead of like horrific caterwauling. I’m bewildered. And intrigued. And envious? Many feelings here, folks.
We just came back from our annual family summer vacation (AKA The Rumpus) and while there’s a lot that could be said, I will begin by presenting to you the portraits Olive did of everyone in attendance.
As you’ll soon see, a picture truly is worth a thousand words (or in this case, a dollar, which is what Olive charged each of us. A bargain if you ask me.)
She’s been gone almost five weeks and although it’s been easy to fill the days with friends and exercise and work and even a little bit of travel mixed in for good measure, the nights aren’t such a simple story.