blogging inertia

The garden is springing forward like it does every year. And every year I forget how wonderful it is. The cat is agitated with all the finches at the feeder that he can only dream about catching. And the piano shop is full of pianos. Thoughts come and go at times when writing them down is not possible. And when the time presents itself to distill them they disappear, or become transparent.
The appearance of the dogwood blossoms is a sign of preferred seasons that offer trips to the mountains. A much needed trip to the east side of the Sierra is planned for later this month, a time for fishing, reading, knitting, and collecting one's breath.
Below is my favorite recent photo. We have in the shop a very small Mason Hamlin grand, 5'4". An unusual piano that has fought us more than most in it's restoration. But this little piano does not know that it is a small piano, and is producing a sounds to rival it's larger Steinway cousins. The photo is of Rhys voicing a hammer for this piano.