Weather at last, yesterday, turned into high summer, full solstitial gear: swirly
Dragon clouds, Sun seemingly forever at noon. Kristen and I ploughed through a couple more Handel organ concertos, then, after coffee and a pipe in the backyard, lying back in lawn-chairs watching the aforementioned swirly dragon clouds, we did a rather perfunctory 'Drumroll.' We were just a little bit off, couldn't find our centers, tired. Still, Marcus pronounced our Handel "very pretty," as it must have seemed to him out in the flowerbeds, pulling up the spent forget-me-nots.