When this time of year approaches, I find myself humming my favorite songs. I do sing to, but my raspy voice, and little frogs, get wedged in my vocal cords, or something. Therefore, what I hear is not always pleasant, but I do know, is that it comes from my heart. I am so very grateful, that we, the children of that time frame, had the opportunity to learn about music, in song. It contributed to my enthusiasm for listening to music and singing along. We had chorus back in those days, and I looked forward to it. I share this today, with croaky voice and heartfelt wishes for a Merry Christmas!
It’s getting to be slim pickings, so I am using a photo from a recent trip to Bend. At this point we were on our way home. I love the burst of color. Joining Dawn Miller, at Festival of Leaves for week 11. Stop by for a visit..