The garden is all purple and pink. I should take pictures. Apple and pear trees are so crammed with fruit we may need to do a bit of thinning out. But the plums and peaches are poorly, could be a virus. Raspberries full of bees right now, enough rhubarb for a decent crumble tomorrow.
Ate my first strawberry and still harvesting lemons in the greenhouse.
Three days ago I was informed that due to the fact that I am, and the official term here is, high risk vulnerable individual, I am to stay away from campus for the foreseeable future. Life goes on but not as we knew it.
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A beautiful song. It's been a long time since I heard it. Lovely. Yes, life goes on, but so not as we once knew it.
I love the vision of almost too much fruit! And now you've gotten me craving a strawberry rhubarb pie.... I have strawberries but no rhubarb. People here don't seem to grow much of it. Next trip to the store though, I'm buying some. Stay safe, dear Sabine. That's the important thing.
I can't grow strawberries here and I don't know anyone who can. they just don't survive. but your garden sound lovely. I need to start food gardening again. life is changed. it's horrible over here. so many angry and hateful people. the anger I can understand but I just don't understand the hatefulness behind it. republican states (mine) are opening up. shit is fixing to get really bad. me? I'm staying out of stores as much as possible, movies, and restaurants until they get a vaccine. I have plenty to keep me busy and entertained here in my own little world. you look after yourself.
Rogers and Hart: I wish I were in Love Again. Mainly for the lyrics which include this cruel diamond:
When love congeals It soon reveals The faint aroma of performing seals The double-crossing of a pair of heels I wish I were..."
Cole Porter: Every Time we Say Goodbye. A lovely simple tune which includes these two lines to tickle the fancy of anyone involved in the production of music:
There's no love song finer, But how strange the change from major to minor
And also the one you cite here. How would you describe it? Slow but luscious. Dwelling on the aftermath of love-making (I thought the sun ro-o-o-o-se in your eyes). Narrow dynamic range. Sure and bedad, anyone could sing it. Truth-to-tell anyone could. Badly, of course, because the sustained notes wouldn't be given their full value, but never mind. Any singer could take pleasure from it. And the score explains why. The distribution of the sound is... but who reads scores these days? Ten out of ten for the choice.
Having written the above I played Sinead using earphones (VR is still abed). Never ever so slow! Putting severe rhythmic demands on the guitarist. But then whoever said good music should be easy?
Ah but the guitarist is Christy Moore and the setting is his living room. If you have never heard of him, do the google. He is the gentle king of Irish musicians.
When I saw the video, before I listened, I thought "How in the world could this be as good as Roberta Flack's version?" But then I listened, and realized Sinead's version is almost a totally different song. Sometimes a thing can't be compared to another because it stands so alone. Haunting.
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A beautiful song. It's been a long time since I heard it. Lovely.
Yes, life goes on, but so not as we once knew it.
Oh I meant to write how glad I am you have so much food growing in your garden. Here too! It's one of the things that gives me hope for the future.
I love the vision of almost too much fruit!
And now you've gotten me craving a strawberry rhubarb pie....
I have strawberries but no rhubarb. People here don't seem to grow much of it. Next trip to the store though, I'm buying some.
Stay safe, dear Sabine. That's the important thing.
I can't grow strawberries here and I don't know anyone who can. they just don't survive. but your garden sound lovely. I need to start food gardening again. life is changed. it's horrible over here. so many angry and hateful people. the anger I can understand but I just don't understand the hatefulness behind it. republican states (mine) are opening up. shit is fixing to get really bad. me? I'm staying out of stores as much as possible, movies, and restaurants until they get a vaccine. I have plenty to keep me busy and entertained here in my own little world. you look after yourself.
Ah! Now we are both - I suppose I can resort to this well-worn cliché - singing from the same hymn sheet. My song repertoire expands but, to most, the additions represent the same old stuff, mainly the same old German-speakers. However, dotted among the megaliths are songs that are woven into my DNA.
Rogers and Hart: I wish I were in Love Again. Mainly for the lyrics which include this cruel diamond:
When love congeals
It soon reveals
The faint aroma of performing seals
The double-crossing of a pair of heels
I wish I were..."
Cole Porter: Every Time we Say Goodbye. A lovely simple tune which includes these two lines to tickle the fancy of anyone involved in the production of music:
There's no love song finer,
But how strange the change from major to minor
And also the one you cite here. How would you describe it? Slow but luscious. Dwelling on the aftermath of love-making (I thought the sun ro-o-o-o-se in your eyes). Narrow dynamic range. Sure and bedad, anyone could sing it. Truth-to-tell anyone could. Badly, of course, because the sustained notes wouldn't be given their full value, but never mind. Any singer could take pleasure from it. And the score explains why. The distribution of the sound is... but who reads scores these days? Ten out of ten for the choice.
Having written the above I played Sinead using earphones (VR is still abed). Never ever so slow! Putting severe rhythmic demands on the guitarist. But then whoever said good music should be easy?
Ah but the guitarist is Christy Moore and the setting is his living room. If you have never heard of him, do the google. He is the gentle king of Irish musicians.
She has such a lovely voice.
I'm waiting for flowers but soon, very soon.
I'm very glad that you have been advised to stay away from the campus. Stay safe my friend.
When I saw the video, before I listened, I thought "How in the world could this be as good as Roberta Flack's version?" But then I listened, and realized Sinead's version is almost a totally different song. Sometimes a thing can't be compared to another because it stands so alone. Haunting.
I've not heard that version of the song.
Yes - stay away from everyone! Your health has to come first.
You're fortunate to have so much produce from your garden. We've tried to grow rhubarb and it always dies. And it's supposed to be so hardy!
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