The South Wind blows

   

Listening to violin music on a radio programme broadcast from the edge of Europe from the most westerly tip of the Dingle peninsula. Sounds from one place to another. Funny how sounds can travel so far. And what stories they tell. And feelings and atmospheres they create

Here is some music (for ears that are far away and near), for a tranquil and balmy weekend.

Above: a boy making his own music despite (or maybe because of) the ever-changing waves. 

"I am not afraid of storms for I am learning how to sail my ship" ~ Louisa May Alcott, Little Women.

Pools of November light

Chancing upon pools of sunlight reposing among the trees. Fallen leaves painting pools of bright yellow against the brown earth. Pools of orange light peeking out the windows of homes in the darkening early evening. 

Above: Come on in for a little homespun music. Feet soon warm up with tapping toes. Fingers get warm around cups of warm drinks. Ears glow with mandolin and piano tinkles. Anyone can join in!