Busy Hands Homestead

Images included: boat wildflower insect music I hope it includes some of this summer's highlights.. Let me know what you think.

"Can I have the pink one Mama?" Ivory snatches a pink pick out of my hand and starts to strum the strings on a red guitar.  I watch her play around on the instrument and am transported back into the narrow hallways of the music shop in Newfoundland, Canada where I bought my guitar and where I got the random assortment of picks that lives in the pocket of my guitar case.  A whole row of beginners guitars hung from the wall: red, blue, black, white...  I almost bought the blue guitar, but then opted instead, for the beautiful warm toned wood body of the guitar I have now.  It wants to be touched.  It deserves to be touched, and I am embarrassed to admit that I can play it as well as when I bought it (which is not at all).   I don't play guitar (yet.. at least I keep telling myself that.)  Ivory doesn't play guitar either. She plays an upright bass.  She plays an upright bass in an orchestra of children pounding on drums,...