This is how it works:
On Friday night Kathleen and I went to Nick's house and sang in three part harmony, getting ready for Saturday night. We also played (clar clar flute), prep for Saturday.
On Saturday, we got up and drove to Brenda's house at about 9 am. We got her and headed over the Wiseacres Farm. There were pigs and chickens and a HUGE field covered with crops or ex-crops. We (Kathleen, Brenda, Me, Tyler, Jake, Jackson, Rush)picked carrots FROM THE GROUND. It was wholesome. And felt good. The smell of dirt and roots. And the sun was at that perfect spot where things aren't bright, but pleasant. It was cool out. We did that until lunch and then went to Mr. Wise's house and sang and ate and listened to piano and guitar in their beautiful, warm house. The house looked like something out of a book. It was gorgeous and had long, golden grass to one side and a steep, short rise to the left, with jars at the end. It was beautiful. We went back to the fields and it was then labor-feeling. And we all chatted and got to know each other so much better, it was wonderful. <3.
Then we left (with some contraband) and dropped of Brenda, got home had a shower and went down to the Church to play at the Turkey Supper (had about 20 mins between end of one to beginning of other). We made one man cry after Abide With Me (perhaps it was a favourite song of a loved one) and screwed up about a million times, but people didn't even care.
Went the Nick's house and watches (500) days of summer - which rocks.
Nick had...a memory lapse.
Went to bed.
I LOVE LIFE.










its so nice to have another friendly face around here
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Love doesnt sit there like a stone; it has to be made like bread, remade all the time, made new.
m.s.b-k.
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rosin your bow, sing your scales
do your lunges
we're going
field-
dancing
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rosin your bow, sing your scales
do your lunges
we're going
field-
dancing
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[I think a photography class should be a requirement in all educational programs because it makes you see the world rather than just look at it. ~Author Unknown]
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