Today in my world marks the beginning of the weekend flea market next door to our house. Every weekend a few dozen vendors set up their booths in a converted warehouse storage facility. All day long we see people coming and going. Most with a new found treasure that they are wondering where have you been all my life?
My wife bought a mandolin there recently, and the vendor agreed to teach her lessons. Every weekend this vendors friends all hang out and bring their mandolins, fiddles and guitars to play all day long. So all weekend, since i live next door, i have a free concert. Sometimes i think the birds at the birdfeeder are singing along, because when the music stops so do they.
Stone soup is flavored by its offerings of humanity.