Life on an city smallholding wherein we grow kids, critters, and an ever increasing DIY repertoire.
I don't have to look at a calendar to know when school is about to start in our area. All I have to do is listen out my window. Just before school starts I can hear the booming of the marching band practicing at my local high school. I can just picture them all marching around the football field or sitting in the bleachers discussing the pomarico black crystal mouthpiece. There is something comforting to hearing the band practice. I guess it reminds me of my high school years and brings back fond memories of listening to the band play.