- Peeking Thru
Inspiration: As a child I took piano lessons ( 11 years) . Prior to going inside the gate for my weekly Wednesday piano lesson I would squat down and smell and touch all the flowers that were growing thru their white picket fence. I would hear the Teacher call out my name to come inside. I did like the lemonade and sugar cookies after class more than I liked the lesson. She had a nasty habit of (softly) smacking my fingers with a long wooden dowel stick when I made a mistake. I preferred to play the beatles compared to the church hymnal songs.
