“Do you think there will be cake?” Thalia’s pitch sounded like a nectar drunk swarm of bumbles. “With buttercream frosting?” Typist lamented… and celebrated her current distaste of sweets. This #cancergift carried a scissors — severing her mindless habit of unchecked treat nibbles and gobbles. She gazed through the patio door glass at circular patterns. Every drop rippled outwards as rain splashed into pooled puddles on deck boards.
MUG: “It’s Saturday. I plan on doing nothing. And plenty of it.” 😁
(Actually, we’re in NYC with a group tour to see two Broadway shows, “6” and “Music Man.” Still, general principle applies!)
I should add, I liked the vibe about a rained upon outdoor wedding shower. Redundancy?
Summer indeed! I read some of the comments on this composition. I used Google Translate as many were written in Japanese. One stood out. The writer suggested that he thought only those who were Japanese would understand this piece. But he went on to say he delighted in seeing that people from other parts of the world could enjoy the piece as well.
I could contemplate that comment for a while longer. Happily Summer is a seemingly universal lived experience. 🌻🍉
Ah, Summer! The time after Spring… A Summer day and “One wild and precious life.” Our current season. And of course, music magic from a piano master… Ah yes… Summer!
The Summer Day
Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean—
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down—
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don't know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?