A gloriously hot day helping to make today’s Stone Soup Festival busier than the last few years as I recall.
Tomorrow is the 100th anniversary of Pete Seeger’s birthday. I thought this would be a decent early celebration of how lucky we are to have had him in our midst.
Today my father would have been 92 years old. He has been gone almost 20 years now, but I seem to speak with him more often these days than I ever did when he was alive. He was a wonderful man and, I now recognize, a marvellously supportive parent; an attribute that I was too dumb to notice far too often when I was younger.