4/24/2008

“O-oh…” (sung on a perfect 5th)

Prima Vox rehearsal tonight. After a nearly three-month hiatus, we picked up as harmoniously as we left off in February. Our performance and presentation at the UUF in Mankato was so exciting, so beautiful, so inspiring. (And I think the audience liked it, too. You know, from that “This is the best SuperBowl Sunday I’ve ever spent!” comment.)

We’ve got big ideas brewing. Fun ones. And we set ourselves a nice big goal: two more Hildegard pieces to learn, more to explore.

How fulfilling and good for the musical soul to have friends with whom to blend voices and intent. I do believe this is what life’s about.

Harry supervised the rehearsal from his perch.

He should have been contrite, having escaped out the porch door when the girls arrived. I caught up with him in the herb garden, where he was busy rolling around in some old lavender leaves. He was a mess, but very fragrant and quite happy after his short taste of freedom.

Tonight on my walk, I actually broke a sweat (more from weather warmth than out-of-shapeness, thank you very much). Perhaps my neighbors were right last night: it’s really spring.

4/22/2008

Emerging


Hibernation is a wonderful thing, even if it occurs in March and April. No big projects, no big demands on myself. Just long naps, good snacks, cozy pillows and big books to read.

So why, I wondered, after the big nap of the afternoon, was I fidgeting? I was between books. The couch didn’t appeal. Nothing was on TV. The cats had deserted me for the porch and its tempting, great views and fresh air. I didn’t even want to turn on the computer (and had you seen me glued to the computer and a variety of delightful websites and blogs over the past month, you’d understand why this feeling was unusual).

Then it hit me: I was bored.
Yes, Miss I-Don’t-Want-To-Do-A-Single-Thing-For-Two-Months.
Bored.

So I did it. I put on my shoes and my sweater and I stepped outside into the greening world, stretched, turned my face to the late afternoon sun. Emerged from the cave.

This winter was long, busy, brutally cold. Did I mention long? It was long. I, in the good company of millions of other hopefuls, was tricked too many times over the past weeks into thinking that it was spring only to wake up to more cold and wind and snow and cold.

So, tentatively, I crept into my garden. Tulips are leafing. Lady’s Mantle is unfurling.

Bleeding Hearts are reaching through the winter garden debris.

(Standing there I realized that the day had arrived when, in September, I knew I’d curse myself for saying “Blaah! I can’t handle it! I’ll just have to clean off the garden in the spring.” Yes, indeed. I will.)

Cheered by those signs of hope, I took to the sidewalk. The first walk of the spring. I met up with neighbors I hadn’t seen since sometime in October, when we all hung up our walking shoes. “Is it spring?” I asked each one. “Is it really spring?”

“Yes,” they each replied. “It’s ok, Amy. It’s really spring.”

Yes, Mr. RedBird. What cheer.

4/07/2008

An exciting night in the Kortuem household

Amy learned to use the built-in camera on her new laptop.

Sam slept through the entire process.
But Harry, however, thought it was incredibly exciting.