Ten in the morning and already the forty red toes of the band, Four Leaf Clovis, have been stamping a beat for an hour's worth of ol'timey music. What a treat for myself and Windgrove to have the banjo, violin and guitars of Sherri, Sally and the two Kates singing up the land, the house and all our moods. And all the way from Alaska! About as far north as one can get from here.
Last night I went to bed while these gals were still playing. Such a pleasant feeling to drift off to sleep with music drifting into my consciousness and then quickly into my unconscious, dream state. Whoever thinks that living at Windgrove means having a lonely, reclusive life doesn't know the half of it. My fingers are tapping to the music even as I type this story into the computer. The coffee is perking on the stove. And we're all feeling real good. The joy is palpable. Sorry about the shortness of today's web blog, but the women and music are beckoning.
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