It was a beautiful summer morning. Many mornings, our farmhouse is surrounded by fog which sometimes slowly, often quickly, burns off. The other morning, you could barely see 50 feet past the window.
Our construction project is on hold at the moment. We are waiting for inspectors to sign off and Kevin has gone to fix someone's roof. In the giant microburst, a tree fell through it and the poor woman has been living with a massive hole through her roof. He'll be back soon and the studio will continue to progress.