Spent the evening, sitting under the moon, warmed by the fire, listening to music. Little man was invited in to the action - he was offered a shaker to keep rhythm with the guitar and fiddle. He loved it.
There's something primal about sitting around a fire at night, under a sky brimming with stars, listening to folk songs.
It's a gentle lull...something you might find in every culture. So basic, that even a 2-year-old is born with the instinct not only to enjoy it, but to be a part of it.
I can't wait to take him to the Juan de Fuca festival this year. I might even try him in a few of the childrens' workshops.
Now, a glass of wine...and time in a quiet house with D.
Tomorrow...off to Silverdale for a day of shopping. Ugh. Neither D. nor I really love to shop, so this isn't really and "adventure" for us. It's more of a necessary evil, since we live in a place with few resources. Especially for men's clothing. Which is our prime item for tomorrow.
I'll let you know how it goes.