Letters from a Hill Farm
Nan,What a great song! I've never heard of this artist, am going to have to Google. :-)
And the words are wonderful:Helping the kids out of their coatsBut wait the babies haven't been bornUnpacking the bags and setting upAnd planting lilacs and buttercupsBut in the meantime, I've got it hardSecond floor living without a yardIt may be years until the dayMy dreams will match up with my payOld dirt road knee deep snowWatching the fire as we grow oldI want a man to stick it out and make a home from a rented houseAnd we'll collect the moments one by oneI guess that's how the future's doneHow many acres how much light tuckedin the woods and out of sightTalk to the neighbours and tip my cap ona little road barely on the mapOld dirt road knee deep snowWatching the fire as we grow oldOld dirt road rambling roseWatching the fire as we grow old well I'm sold
Now that I am a grandmother, it seems that I am often late in replying to your most-appreciated comments. But I read them as soon as they come in, and I will write as soon as I can. Please do come back and check. I love these blogging conversations. A little addendum - I've just spent quite a long time catching up with dear notes you left me months ago!! I do hope you can get back to read them. And I'm trying to be much more prompt now!Also, you may comment on any post, no matter how old, and I will see it.