Last year, during October, we spent a little time in New Brunswick. What an enchanting experience! If I concentrate, I can almost smell the unmistakable fragrance of the Balsam fir trees. I can see the Great Blue Heron standing in the Bay of Fundy, in the late afternoon, unaware that it was casting the shadow of its own figure into the water. I can recall the ethereal, other-worldly feeling one got while the car whizzed past the hoary mists lingering over the swamps in the early morning, while the firs trees majestically stood as sentinels, and a black crow flew.
With these images stirring in my brain, I have to share my delight in having discovered an online recording, “The Place That I Call Home.” The song is about searching for peace of mind and finding it after passing the covered bridges of New Brunswick, Canada and suddenly realizing that “home” has “it all.”
I can’t tell you how many times I’ve listened to that song, so many times that I know most of the words. In the file I set up about NH covered bridges, I have added a link to this poignant and well done piece of music. If your computer is set up so that you can listen to music, I hope you’ll listen to this tune. If you do, I hope that you will enjoy it as much as I do.
The link to the covered bridges file is still on the front page of the website. As I said, the song link is at the bottom. Enjoy!
Pat
