A gift sitting on my desk when I wake up—a John Butler Trio CD from my son. He knows that I adore John Butler and hadn’t gotten the newest CD yet. A trail of little baby quail running through my yard, dodging and weaving as they go. They are so unsteady on their feet, it’s comical.
Blueberry pancakes with bacon for breakfast on the deck.
An evening out for intellectual stimulation, wine, and lots of laughter.
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