I love how this place works. I'd never heard this song before (though it's by an artist who works and lives in VT (Pete Sutherland, a good writer, great fiddler and none-too-shabby producer of records). But last Saturday, the 15th, I went to a Jay Unger/Molly Mason concert and she sang this one. Obviously Pete has not learned about the way Vermont fields kick up new rocks ande sticks and boulders and ledges practically every year. Ah well, poetic license.

susan