At Friendship Hill....and across the big meadow.....
(sing it in your head or out loud if you want)
Yesterday Jeremy, Paxton and I decided to go for a walk at Friendship Hill. "Bring your camera" says Jeremy. I was already walking out the door and had my hands full of diaper bag stuff, so I decided not to this time (HUGE MISTAKE) thinking "I've taken lots of pics there, probably won't see anything new today." Dumb.
Of course as Murphy's Law would decree, we pull into to the parking lot and lo and behold, there is a guy there who is practicing his bagpipes. Nope, not kidding. If I would've listened to my husband I would now have a lovely photo to share with you of this interesting sight, so just imagine a guy in shorts and a gray t-shirt walking around with some bag pipes and playing some tunes.
What I can't capture with a photo is how surreal it was to hear the echo of the pipes across the vast field as we walked through the park. There is something kind of magical about their sound that is hard to describe. Maybe it's the Scotch/Irish blood in me that begins to stir. Who knows....
1 comment:
You write so well that I *almost* feel like I was there *chills go up and down my spine* sounds so neat *sigh*
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