Music is My Aeroplane

Most of the farmhouse looks lots different now, but this is the red room, and it is so far untouched. I'd be lying if I said I didn't like it that way. Many Thanksgivings were spent in my younger years around this piano, goofing around with Heather and Natalie, making up new lyrics to Over the River and Through the Woods. This year we gathered around and listened to Emily play the viola. I'd be lying if I said it didn't warm my heart.