The sun is out. The air is cold but the days are getting longer. Is winter on the retreat?
You find me in my little part of Hertfordshire tired but good. The working week was exhausting, some triumph and some not so triumphant. In the end though at least I did some good.
Not been out yet or seen anyone. Starting the morning with a change of music. First to Beethoven's String Trios and now to a trio of wonderful Tudor masses. A time of fear, paranoia, disease and turbulence but what music?
Singing it all as a child we didn't understand it nor appreciate the brilliance of it. Another day so it's Byrd. Or Weelkes, or Tallis, or Gibbons. A rich period in history.
The culinary adventures today included a mojame and nectarine salad with pine nuts and a date molasses dressing. Tonight there will be roast pork.
This coming week will be busy and challenging. But next weekend is a long one with my annual visit to Miriam and Nigel for the Super Bowl.
That's enough for now, enjoy your Sunday and have a good week.
I Heard a Voice.
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