@George,
Thanks, dear friend. It's bright and sunny here in our Florida radio station.
Loved Harry's I still get a thrill as well as King's Family Tree and Steve's Daddy Played the Banjo. (my mom did, too)
Inspired by your fence, here's one by Roy:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WLoYFvbR0XY
I don't know the way but this gal does:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jqWt49o7R-k
Now, y'all, our poem for today by Bliss Carmen:
THERE is something in the autumn that is native to my blood—
Touch of manner, hint of mood;
And my heart is like a rhyme,
With the yellow and the purple and the crimson keeping time.
The scarlet of the maples can shake me like a cry
Of bugles going by.
And my lonely spirit thrills
To see the frosty asters like a smoke upon the hills.
There is something in October sets the gypsy blood astir;
We must rise and follow her,
When from every hill of flame
She calls and calls each vagabond by name.