Up on the roof, take 2

I came home from shopping today and found James Taylor singing up on the roof. Well, he wasn't actually singing 'Up On The Roof', he was sitting up on the roof and singing. Oh, you know what I mean!

I love the song of the mourning doves. When I was little, my dad taught me how to copy it by cupping my hands together and blowing across my thumbs. I can still do it today. Thanks, Dad!

PS Did I tell you that I am related to James Taylor? The man, not the bird, silly. Three marriages connect us, and someday I would love to meet him. I bet he tells great stories.