The Recorder

A few weeks ago, every morning when I woke up I’d hear this weird sound coming from outside. I thought it was the neighbor playing his music loud, but couldn’t even think of what kind of music it was. Then I finally discovered what it was – the little girl next door (who’s in 4th grade) was outside playing her recorder! Tyler and I were serenaded every morning by the “sweet” sound of her music. One day Dave and I saw her playing music for a plant while her friend was singing along telling the plant to grow – I laugh, but maybe that’s what I need to do to keep my plants alive! I think the recorder is a rite of passage in to childhood. So I say…keep on rockin with that recorder my friend and we’ll sure miss your music when we move :)