Off to Tennessee to visit my muse. After being in the city with concrete, steel, glass and brick for so long I yearn for moments in the mountains. I am refreshed and renewed by the trees that surround my little cabin. I hope to come back refreshed and full of thoughts I can put to paper and post here, for you.
Think about me as I sit on the porch of a neighbor's cabin and laugh about stories from local folks, tell tall tales that might have a kernel of truth. Perhaps I will play the dulcimer long into the evening and watch as the moths and lightening bugs take a turn about the yard together, dancing in time to the drone of the dulcimer.
See you soon, dear cousin. Sleep well till I am back and I will tell you marvelous things.
Think about me as I sit on the porch of a neighbor's cabin and laugh about stories from local folks, tell tall tales that might have a kernel of truth. Perhaps I will play the dulcimer long into the evening and watch as the moths and lightening bugs take a turn about the yard together, dancing in time to the drone of the dulcimer.
See you soon, dear cousin. Sleep well till I am back and I will tell you marvelous things.
