The Story of My Blue Lion Dulcimer
Daffodils at frets 2, 6 and 12: When my daddy was growing up in the rolling hills of northern Alabama, along what became part of the Natchez Trace, the hills behind his house would be covered with yellow daffodils each spring. He called it Daffodil Hill. It was one of his favorite places, and the daffodils were his favorite flowers. When I would visit my Granny and Pap, I loved to walk over Daffodil Hill, and it was one of my favorite places, too.