©SandraJessop, Guitar Walking, watercolor, 5x7
Old Man Jasper remembered the days of his youth. Each year he walked into town with his guitar, hoping to play at Music Days. The first year they smiled and told him he was too young. "Come back when you're older," they said. The second year they chuckled at him, "You need to keep practicing." So he played day and night for the next year. The next year they told him he needed more experience. So he took his guitar with him everywhere in the village and played lovely music. He strummed in the corn fields, he picked in the barn, and he played at his grandma's funeral.
This year he was older. And practiced. And experienced. This was going to be his year.