George was able to reset and refocus at home. The quiet house is always a haven for him a spawning ground for ideas and, of course, uninterrupted fiddle practice. I believe he carries within him ideas that the world will find inspiring. Like the globe now hanging at our front entrance.
A week has passed. I feel like the blues are washing away. Fortunately for William, his blues were non-toxic and the snake was red on black - a friend of Jack.....
A milk snake nestled in a rotten tree trunk. Explosion of fascination and detailed observations by Amelia. She is a testimony of finding glory in the tiny and magnificent. Today we painted a neuron, tomorrow we will label it.