this old guitar...

...was dusted off and restrung when my sister BrodieB came to stay a few weeks ago.
We spent a couple of splendid fire lit evenings resurrecting old songs and memories from teenage years and a bluegrass band from Namibian days and listening to potential new songs for the trio she plays in.

'This old guitar taught me to sing a love song,
it showed me how to laugh and how to cry.
It introduced me to some friends of mine and brightened up some days.
It helped me make it through some lonely nights.
What a friend to have on a cold and lonely night' ...John Denver