Witty. Pithy. True.
Hikes, bikes, swims, paddles, dog days at the beach, weeding, mowing, watching the fawn grow (poor fawn found while mowing, almost lost, but now at home in the marshy pond area and our meadow, mommy dear around we hope!); summers here! But here in the moment when voice is most tuned, we (me) stop rehearsing. Yes, some of you choir "whores" sing anywhere, anytime, but I, me, I pledged my vo8ce to the Bagaduce 16 years ago and I stay true. It ain't much of a voice, but under the direction of our intrepid Music Director, my voice is about 10X what it was in 2005. And I am as old as dirt. So, the message here, the hook if you will, is start singing and keep singing. You have no idea where it might go!