Orange blossom special...........

I adore the fiddle. There is just something about it that makes me happy. I love watching the fiddler and I am mezmorized by the bow. It could be an Irish jig or some Charlie Daniels. I am hooked. As a matter of fact, I defy anyone to listen to 'Orange Blossom Special' and not be yelling 'Yeehaw!' by the end! As a matter of fact I challenge you not to smile and clap along. Fiddle playing is down home, good ol' country folk. People who know how to work, hard. People who know when to kick up their heels and have a rip roaring good time. The type of people who show up with food in hand when tragedy strikes and in the good times they still show up with food to celebrate. People who have a relationship with the land. They are a people, who at the end of the day, get on their knees and say a humble prayer. Good people. I never grew up on a farm or ranch, but I consider myself a bit country. My roots are country and I am grateful to come from a long line of good people. Now let's start those toes a tapping!