June 24, 2010
One of the magical things I love about my parent's house is the almost constant serenade of music.
Growing up there was always music playing, and I remember my mom sitting at the piano every day. When I moved out the music in my family grew and grew and grew. Now sometimes I feel like the "untalented child" of the family as I sit back and enjoy everyone else's musical creations.
Alan practices his cello, while Robert and Michael strum away on guitars, with my Dad plucking away at his mandolin.
What a lovely way to enjoy the end of a long summer day.
2 comments:
Those are some pretty intense eyes hiding behind that hair. He must be playing Wagner.
You should hear what's going on in the basement now!
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