DC is gone for the first rehearsal of the symphony season. This year is exciting because of a new music director for the ASO, Philip Mann. I can't wait to hear how things went tonight!
And here is Rosebud sporting her Maestro Mann hairdo in honor of the occasion.
“From the Gate of Kings the North Wind rides, and past the roaring falls;
And clear and cold about the tower its loud horn calls.
'What news from the North, O mighty wind, do you bring to me today?
What news of Boromir the Bold? For he is long away."--Tolkien
Growing up as a desert rat, I remember hearing people groaning about the high temperatures in Tucson, and then inevitably someone would always say, "Well, at least it's a dry heat." I always wondered why on earth that made a difference. Then the DC Fiddler moved us to the South and, honey, I learned why that makes a difference. Poor Arkansas gets most of its weather from the gulf, I think. And that means wet heat.
This past Friday brought the north wind, and with it a blessed aridity that helps this Arizona girl feel like life in Arkansas is again well worth living. Rosebud and I headed out to meet the boys walking home from school. Doesn't she look quite the intrepid stroller adventurer in this shot? :)
Nothing like a blue sky and streaky clouds and a drop in temperature and humidity to make me very, very happy. Something about the fresh clarity of the air makes me feel like exercising and cleaning (gasp!) and doing all sorts of healthy, productive things that make me whiny when it's humid. It's like spring fever, except it hits me in the fall here.
Isn't it amazing, this dynamic, beautiful world Heavenly Father created for us? I hope there are still seasons in heaven. As long as I live in the South, though, the north wind will still be my favorite.
For what do we live, but to make sport for our neighbours, and laugh at them in our turn?
-- Jane Austen, P&P
What happens when a professional musician comes home, takes off his tux, and gets on the floor with a cheesy 1/8 size violin and 3 silly little boys? (This video was taken almost a year ago, but I just can't resist. It's too perfect for the new blog. :)
(Fluffy and the fiddle are reading from Kevin Henkes' Lilly's Purple Plastic Purse.)
And Project 365 Rosebud continues! These pictures are from last week, and she is now 8 months old.
(tragedy! I need to put some weights on her head to stop her from growing so fast!)
She is now officially uninterested in my camera.
No crawling yet.
No teeth yet.
And no sleeping through the night.
(Exacto formed a stuffed-animal barrier here to keep her from falling off the bed.)
Just sheer cuteness.
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