Thanks for checking in with my BLOG.
This week we are getting ready for a trip to Philadelphia.
Papa is going to see the
GRAND MASTER OF CIVIL WAR BUDDIES, ED BEARS.
Anyway, Mama and I and Merlie will be camping while
PAPA IS DOING HIS
CIVIL WAR DUTY.
In May Mama and Papa and O'l Jim, our recording guy
went to our local elementary school and we recorded
KIDO'S SINGING DHARMA DOXIE
GUITARS AND UKULELES AT THE SAME TIME.
HOW COOL IS THAT!
on the right
MONT VERNON VILLAGE SCHOOL.
She was such a pro
getting all of those guitars
all of those kido's
singing my song.
I am going to try to put the song on my website.
And so, keep checking for it.
And of course
SING A LONG!
We hope to have it out in a couple of days.
Here's Uncle Jim McClure
Bets's Folly Studios,
We never met him
before we started
working together on my song.
But it turns out,
Mrs. McClure and Mama worked together when
Mama taught Law in High School.
Small world, huh?
Here I am on the swing.
Summer is over.
The fall is here and we spend much time, swinging, and swinging
and enjoying the beautiful yellow maple tree that our swing is under.
The air has chilled, the light is waning from the leaves, the geese fly over heading south,
or over to the farm for a late night snack out in the field.
Fall is here, and the chill has only begun to wave into our living.
The leaves crunch when we walk through, mold and other woodland spores waffle up into our smelling, letting us know that the death of leaves is upon us.
The leaves are thrown aside, as if to say,
it is time,
it is time,
we are falling,
let us go.
We hate to have the fall, leave us.
We hate to say goodby to the glorious color
that fall in New England gives us.
But each day,
that we get to swing, and swing, and swing,
one leaf at a time,
falling, falling, falling,
we are grateful for the gifts that are before us.
Below, Mama's beloved birch trees.
Her picture from Maine.