Ahhh, summer! Last night, Alison, Oscar, and I got together with good friends and had an old-fashioned jam-slash-hang-out party on our front porch (see pic!). When Maria and Carol arrived, the sheep on the lawn baa-ed their welcomes, and Carol immediately whipped out her guitar to play them a "hello-sheep" song. Their only response was to continue to eat their grass, which I'm pretty sure means they appreciated the music -- and the gesture.
We munched on chips, homemade guacemole (secret ingredient -- freshly squeezed lemon juice), salsa, Vermont sweet apple sausages, and local strawberries (grown and picked in Essex, Vermont), drank some wine (the cheap stuff... and boy was it good), sang, and played our guitars.
The sun settled behind the hill in front of our house, and the mosquitos -- although the porch is enclosed -- still somehow managed to get inside. We played until fireflies lit up our front yard like the strip in Las Vegas. We didn't sing and play as much as some jam sessions we've had, but it felt good to just hang out and chit-chat about families, running, wedding planning, and summer for awhile. We still played a couple of standards and figured out a couple new ones too (Alabama's Dixieland Delight and Kermit the Frog's Rainbow Connection).
What felt really good, I'd say, is the connection friends can make at a front porch pickin' sesh on a warm Vermont evening. Ah, summer!
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