All day the weather has been drearsome, the light loath to come into the world, the cloud low. Inside the house is wood warmed and blushed. Outside as gray as can be, cloud kissing the grass. I have been painting and now am waiting to hear from America, so am going to steal an hour to paint the cat.
And in the meantime have been listening to Folkroots podcast. What a brilliant way to find wonderful music.