Jilda and I Played a listening room venue tonight in Birmingham.  We opened for a young songwriter that played Celtic harp and also a guitar.

She'd been to Ireland with her family a few years back. Before the show, we talked about our times there. It seems that she too felt as if she were leaving home when she left there.

I didn't have a picture, so I dug back through the archives for one of our bottle tree. It has nothing to do with the post, but that's the way it sometimes goes.