Another week has passed through this warm and misty summer we’ve been having here in middle Tennessee. I go for long walks in our hollow. I read books and cuddle with my cat whenever possible. We do not have the sounds of cars rushing by, honking horns, and airplanes forging paths out into the sky. Instead, we have the lengthy discourse of birds, the mating calls of frogs, and the song of wind simmering through the leaves of trees. I acknowledge all of this as often as I can because I am sincerely grateful for this music that surrounds me. Speaking of music, I’ve spent the last few days making…