Right now as I am typing, the icy winds are blowing fresh snow across my horse pasture and whipping it against the barn. So it does snow in Dandelion Creek. But you're probably wondering, where, or even - what is Dandelion Creek? Well, pull up a chair and I'll tell you what I know.
Dandelion Creek isn't a real town, but it could have been any of hundreds of little towns that sprung up across this great country. Dandelion Creek is a place where kids play outside most of the time. They climb trees, catch toads, play hide and seek in the tall grass, and when night falls, they chase fire flies and count the stars. In Dandelion Creek, kids pick wild berries for snacks, make their own fishing poles, and build rafts out of logs. Parents work hard, but they either work on the farm, at home, or in town, so there is plenty of time to share their time and some of their hard earned wisdom with their kids and neighbors.
Speaking of neighbors, I'm one of um. I live in a little farm house we built from the timber we harvested from the forest, and the stone that my plow would turn up every spring. My wife and I have 3 kids, but they're a little older now, so when I can I like to take time to play guitar and sing with the kids and even the old folks in our town.
Our band is named after out town, Dandelion Creek. Right now it's just me, and I guess Tilby, although he's in his own small town way across the country and probably wont be hiking to Dandelion Creek anytime soon. But, music is meant to be shared, so I've got some good friends who will be joining me in the Dandelion Creek band in good time.
Oh, as far as time goes, well, in Dandelion Creek, we aren't in any rush. We just kinda roll with the easy rhythm of the seasons. There's always time to play fetch with the dog, rock on a porch swing, go fishing, or tell a story.
We'll, the fires startin' to go out so I think I better go fetch some wood.