A day of foul, wintry weather in these parts; rain, sleet, hail, strong wind and cold temperatures.
A day for staying in with my new diary, new notebook and new iPad cover 😄
A day for looking for music for my pupils
A day for snuggling up on the sofa with a cuddly cat
A day to plan and prepare, and to look forward to what’s ahead!
I can’t quite believe another month has flown by, it only seems like last week that I wrote my February review! But March is already over, a hectic month for me with lots of work and not much play at all, the weather played tricks with blue sky and sun in the middle of the month and then returned to grey, foggy and cold. Here in the UK, it was Mothers Day and the clocks went forward during the last weekend of March, so at last, we have longer days and there was a bit of partying and making a fuss of my mum. Every day in March there were more and more things growing in the garden, bringing beautiful splashes of colour to the post-winter landscape and I managed to find a few welcome moments to crochet. It’s been tiring and busy, in a good, fulfilling way, but I’m glad March is over and a new month with a more relaxed feel is underway!
It’s good to look back over the month just passed and reflect on what has happened. January was busy but full of good friends, food and laughter. It was my birthday, Tara made herself at home and seems very happy here, the garden has had a little attention between the many bouts of rain, there’s been lots of music and I even had time for some crochet too.
Happy Christmas! I hope everyone who reads and follows this blog has a wonderful day – it has to be a musical offering on Christmas Day, enjoy this energetic interpretation of this splendid chorus from Handel’s Messiah 🙂
Christmas is a time when music plays a particularly important and characterful part: I like this poem by William Wordsworth, with its depiction of a still Christmas night outside, filled with the sound of music and merry-making from within.
The minstrels played their Christmas tune
To-night beneath my cottage-eaves;
While, smitten by a lofty moon,
The encircling laurels, thick with leaves,
Gave back a rich and dazzling sheen,
That overpowered their natural green.
Through hill and valley every breeze
Had sunk to rest with folded wings:
Keen was the air, but could not freeze,
Nor check, the music of the strings;
So stout and hardy were the band
That scraped the chords with strenuous hand.
And who but listened?–till was paid
Respect to every inmate’s claim,
The greeting given, the music played
In honour of each household name,
Duly pronounced with lusty call,
And “Merry Christmas” wished to all.
A change of mood from the 1st excerpt from the Christmas Oratorio which I posted last week – in this music, the Pastoral Symphony, we’re transported out into the fields with the shepherds, who will soon be visited by the Angel Gabriel. The reed instruments imitate the shepherds’ pipes – those strange looking curly instruments are oboes da caccia, a baroque instrument which has a deep timbre similar to the cor anglais, and in front of them are 2 oboes d’amore, also slightly lower in timbre to the modern oboe. I love the gentle and yet uplifting character if this music; truly a masterpiece.
Time for a lovely Christmas ditty, only a week to go! I know this is a bit cheesy but it makes me feel happy, so there!