Which, not being a Francophile doesn’t mean a lot to me. But there was a concert in the Redwood Grove that is a part of the UC Berkeley Botanical Gardens. George loves the location, thought he would enjoy the concert and got tickets. It is his birthday so I was reasonably willing to go along with it.
In truth, the only positive thing I find about outdoor concerts is that those around me don’t get terribly wound up about someone sitting there quietly knitting in the very last riser row. I started my fourth lap blanket and made decent progress.
The Redwoods meant that it was cool, but sheltered. The mosquitos and gnats were minimal and all but one family kept their children under control. Overall, I will call it a win.
I spent the last portion of the concert looking up –
to even more trees. The music was French – sort of. The vocalist was pretty much local, and, although she introduced the other five members of the group (clarinet&sax, violin, bass, 2 guitarists) I don’t remember her saying where they were from.
I am headed to bed early, since I gave up and got up at 0430. Stitching, coffee, medical appointments, two zoom webinars, and some errands. I am beat.
