The Work of Our Hands

Hardscrabble Patch

"Fathers and mothers taught the sons and the daughters,
Take pride in the task and the work of their hands,
Mothers and fathers held tight to each other, when the hard winds of loss blew cold in the land."

"They all stood together,
Face the hardship the tides and the weather,
With the salt in their blood and the strength of God's earth in their bones.
A life that's unforgiving, but a life that was damn well worth living,
And they loved this rocky old hardscrabble patch they called home".

Still isolating (but feeling much better) so my Blip time is being spent in the archives - today working on an image that will do double duty for both my poster and coffee house projects. The song (2nd verse and chorus here) started out as a friend and I chatted about the similarities between Downeast Maine and Atlantic Canada .

... and the adventure continues.