Welcome to my woodfire,this virtual hearth, with the magic humming and the tea brewing and the books spilling over. That music in the background, that's my Honey playing his guitar, or it could be Addie Bell, my little mountain dulcimer or the rain on a tin roof, or the windriver singing way up high. Here in the hills, there's music everywhere you give a listen. So, sit a spell and lets listen together.
Sunday, January 1, 2012
First Small Stone of the Journey
Snowmen, Angels, a Burl Ives Santa have gone skidded on a New Year's lawn. We take you home and return to the absence you left behind, our breath falling like spent holiday decorations.
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