The first time I fell in love with music was on a warm evening at twilight. My father had just arrived home from work and the familiar crackle of simmering food that was cooking on the stovetop sounded in my ear, with my mother, the grand master, moving like liquid from one thing to the next. My siblings were here and there. From the family room, the smooth peaceful strumming of the guitar and the harmonizing voices of Simon and Garfunkel floated like mist over me. In perfect unison, my parents started singing the notes, as if they, themselves had written the words.
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12 comments:
This is an interesting twist on the theme. Lovely! And beautiful image as well.
This is a love we never really have to abandon, isn't it? Your short post filled me. Thank you...
What a beautiful union of hearts your parents have.
Lovely angle to take with this prompt...(and since I live with a musician, I especially enjoyed it).
Fess up - who WAS your first love? I was waiting for a passionate post. I like this one a lot and it reminded me of the first time I really started to enjoy music.
Miss you!
lc
Sounds so cosy and warm. Lovely! And thanks for stopping by and for your comments. I have also been to your Cottage Road Designs blog and your stuff is wonderful!! Are they for sale anywhere?
Wonderful memory. Thanks.
What a lovely scene. I can hear the music myself.
*sigh*
beautiful. i felt as though i was right there with you, listening to their harmonies.
xoxoxo,
boho
Is that you on the big rock?! Awesome. That's one thing that mom and dad still do together...sing.
kara--that's caleb with I and A on the big rock last summer. we should go there next time you come visit...
Hi! Just want to say what a nice site. Bye, see you soon.
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