Late last night I was working at the piano when Izzy wandered into the room, picked up her violin and started to play...which was clever of her, given she knew she'd incurred my displeasure by not being in bed.
I recorded this little clip, which she asked me to send to a few of my friends. I was touched that Izzy feels she has a friendship with my friends, meaning over the years they have taken the time to express an interest in her whenever they cross paths and as a result, a connection has blossomed.
Isn't that how life should be? Being friends with people of all ages?
Beyond that, the desert is still beautiful.
Caroline is still sleuthing with a fellow redhead.
Sophie may still be found in the gym.
My husband is still making brilliant pizzas.
And I'm still thinking about rabbits. Pillowy soft rabbits who take everything in, who have a quiet, knowing way, and by their presence make you feel calmer, quieter, as if you are okay and everything is going to be all right.