Away from Tawdry Empty Stimuli

Okay—no, seriously, I am here.  Only rustic in that this lovely building is made of old adobe, with thick walls muffling sound.

I do look out on trees, and birds, and fog; and shall do nothing for four days but write and read.

Heaven!

... the greatest menace to our capacity for contemplation is the incessant fabrication of tawdry empty stimuli which kill the receptivity of the soul. 

—Josef Pieper, Happiness and Contemplation

image:  The Adobe on Green