Laid-Back Natural Jazz with the Warmth of the Earth

Bare Soles on the Warm Ground

Clay Bowls in the Afternoon Sun

A Place Beneath the Old Oak

Earth Still Warm After the Harvest

Let Your Weight Meet the Meadow

Brown Hands From a Garden Morning

Somewhere the Soil Smells Like Home

Resting Against a Weathered Tree Trunk

Fields Stretch Beyond the Wooden Fence

Nothing Between My Feet and Earth

Sunbaked Paths Through the Olive Grove

An Unhurried Walk Past Growing Things

Roots Hold Fast Beneath Our Rest

Here the Hills Ask No Questions

Warm Stones at the Garden Gate

Fallen Timber Warm Beneath My Palm

Country Afternoons With the Windows Open

Sit Where the Grass Grows Soft

Simple Comforts From the Ground Up

Homeward Along the Quiet Earthen Path