We spent this past weekend up in Boone, visiting Mark's family. On Saturday, we headed even further north, to a lovely community called Todd, to play a house concert for some good friends of ours. They have a beautiful home out in the country with a gorgeous, deep wrap around porch. A porch is always my favorite part of a house, and this porch is simply wonderful. Wide and deep, with gentle breezes and spectacular views. We ate a lot of delicious food, watched the kids play badminton and baseball, lounged in colorful Adirondack chairs, and then sang for our supper.
Mark and I love house concerts, both as musicians and as fans. The intimate, informal setting of someone's front porch or living room allows for so much more conversation and interaction than a restaurant, club, or bar. Stories flow, and we're usually in a much better position to take requests (providing we know them and they aren't "Rocky Top" or "Free Bird"). It's cozy and comfortable, and one of the best ways I know of to really enjoy live music.
We got back yesterday evening, and spent a pleasant Sunday afternoon hanging around the house, just the three of us. This morning is rainy again. Kate and I just spent the past half hour sitting on the front porch rocking chair watching the rain pour down in sheets so big we felt the mist on our faces. Those moments of stillness with her are so precious (and growing fewer and further between). But this morning, it seemed the rain had a calming, mesmerizing effect on both of us, and we stared off into the distance in a rain induced trance. Until George (the cat) decided to join in on the fun, hopped up into my lap as well, thus causing squeals of delight from the little one and breaking the cuddle. Because what's more fun to a toddler than chasing a cat?
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