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, May 20, 2012
May 19
We went to the flea market at the Fair ground, passed through Lewisburg as men were pretending to wage an old war, found comfrey growing at a friend's house and watched a child play with the goat kids. Hanging out with friends:
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