It’s another foggy fall morning…just right for reading and listening to music. My Sunday mornings have always been full of books and music. My dad used to listen to Beethoven on Sunday mornings, and I would read my books while the music played, so I have very fond connections between stories and some of the family’s favorite music. One of my very earliest memories is of my mother braiding my hair while reciting a favorite poem to me. The poem was Eugene Field‘s “Little Boy Blue,” a sad poem in which the little boy lines up all his toys at night before he goes to bed, but he dies during the night so never returns to them. The hair braiding, the poetry, and Ravel‘s “Pavane Pour une infante defante” (which also was played a lot on Sunday mornings!) are all mixed together in my memory. Sunday mornings full of books, poetry, and music…no wonder I love to read!