Quietude

Just had Brahms banging away, though at a fairly gentle volume, in deference to the Missus, who's lying stretched out on the sofa.The first symphony, since you ask. Love the big tune in the final movement and the sheer heroism of it all. But what a thick, portentous sound he seemed to want. No wonder he's thought of as such a heavy cove.

And now there's just the shimmering final heat of the day and the usual number of over-excited birds outside. The peace here is never peaceful. And the green of the vegetation is curiously blue at times. Two kids rattling down the road outside the fence, their little bikes balanced by training wheels.

We had two squirrels on the garden path earlier.