Sunday afternoon Lachlan and I biked down to Springer's Point to swim and play in the water with friends. We came back home and read books until Lachlan's mama came home from work. I eventually fell asleep in the hammock...and was awakened by the sound of music wafting through the woods. I wandered through the path and discovered five young people gathered around my gypsy wagon. Brian was playing his fiddle, Christian was on guitar, Nick was strumming the mandolin, and Lilly was playing her trombone.
Many of their tunes were played in a minor key; a few were even a tad mournful. Somehow the slow, lilting music fit the mood of a quiet Sunday afternoon.
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One of the many benefits of living "on the edge" (on the edge of the continent, on the edge of civilization, on the edge of creativity) is serendipitous opportunities like this one. It was a beautiful scene.
Our latest Ocracoke Newsletter is Lou Ann's story of the Night Blooming Cereus Cactus. You can read it here: http://www.villagecraftsmen.com/news072111.htm.