The Crazy Lady In The Lane

Joss the dog is slow and creaky these days.  Some days the moors are too big a stretch.  So we mooch about close to home.

This morning, we lingered on the steep lane above our house.  Shooting shadow pictures.  Greeting the snowdrops who’d just woken like so many Sleeping Beauties.

Eventually, Joss settled in the middle of the rutted tarmac to chew a stick.  And I flumped down beside him.  We sat there for ten minutes or more, cosied up to one another, revelling in the signs of spring.

Until finally, a worried neighbour appeared at the top of the track and shouted down to us.  Did we need help?  Had one of us collapsed?

No.  We’re fine.  We’re just a crazy lady, listening to the birds, and a dog whose bones yearn for the sun.

Composer At Work

I am so loving having a piano (my piano!) to play on again.  And in order that I play with a purpose, I’ve challenged myself to compose a new piece of music every week this year.

I’m not sure how feasible a challenge that is.  I’m a novice composer and am still figuring out my process.   I suspect it may take more than a week for pieces I truly love to come into being.  But, to be honest, if I get half way to my target I’ll be more than content.

Besides, I don’t currently have any means to record my music so I carry it in my head.  Which may pose a problem by December! 

But I’m giving it a go regardless.  And so far, so good.