And all forlorn

We had an absolutely blighting frost this weekend, and much of the tender new growth that was last week so fair and fresh has blackened hopelessly or hangs limp upon shivering boughs. Where has our lovely spring gone? On Easter Sunday I wore a wool suit and fur in...

Canzonetta sull’aria

[This is a guest post from Philip. Read it quick before Lanier sees it!] Lanier’s friend Rachel stopped by the other day for a little visit. After a few cups of tea, they moved to the piano and sang a few tunes. I got out my laptop and tried capture a little bit...