Swinging Above The Ivy

I don’t need a wake-up alarm at the farm. At 5:59 am every morning Larry peels up our gravel driveway in his rusty and not-so-trusty Ford, and begins hammering, sawing, nail-gunning, and scraping our porch. All this carpentry commotion is merely the backdrop to Larry’s music hullabaloo, which also commences at exactly 6am. Country music, rock, 80’s dance-pop, heavy-metal (the genre matters not) is all played at a unnervingly loud level. And above all that din, Larry sings. Every. Precious. Word. WhetherRead more