My mom found some really cool wind chimes. Some great big ones. Some little tiny dainty ones.
For Christmas last month she gave us a set that are tuned to Pachelbel’s Canon.
On her front porch are some deep, loud, low and ominous chimes.
Inside the house are some lovely bamboo chimes that sing gently as you brush by them.
Everywhere you turn is another set. Some quiet, some loud. Some big, some small. Some artsy, some simple.
It occurs to me that she’s going to enjoy making all that racket when we hang the chimes at our house.