Gingery afternoon

I'm preparing to bake David Leibovitz's Fresh Ginger Cake while listening to a dizzying rollercoaster of sound from H's iTunes collection and while the man of the house (he prefers 'stud', heh heh) digs a ditch in the garden to fix a faulty drainage system.

Moments ago it was Creedence Clearwater and Jethro Tull. Right now, Jewel is holding forth.