Winter never seemed to have a graceful exit. Like an unwanted night visitor, now under the glare of a trembling light, winter would slink away in March. The trees in the orchard did not protest the graceless exit, but wrapped themselves in the winds that blew warm. The roots beneath the trees stretched themselves free from the fastened soil of sleep, and all of life awoke from the shiver of its dream. By the time April arrived, the trees were so full they could no longer hold back their storehouse of joy and love poured out upon them by soil and sun. It was on that one day that the trees burst forth with the joy of giving. The petals of promise floated through the branches and fell to rest on the new grass and the glisten of the dew. On every tree there was a celebration of the light of life.
the opening scene of 'the sound of music' is sung while the camera pans to the glory of the Salzburg, Austrian countryside. Mozart was an Austrian. I have listened to his compositions for hundreds of hours, probably thousands, and performed his music countless times, as well as his fifth violin concerto at my senior recital. it was only after hearing the piano sonatas performed by mitsuko uchida, who had studied piano in London, because she was the daughter of the Japanese ambassador to the court of St. James, did i realize that Mozart's music is the sound of light. the hills are alive because of the sound of music, because that music is the sound of light.
Nice to see Vermont with GREEN grass still! I have mostly seen it driving to Canada in midwinter (which seemed to go on forever) when every surface was white or black - beautiful the first trip, but it got old. This looks more like the Vermont of my favorite visit - driving up to MJ's wedding after a winter in NYC with NO open views of hills or grass!
Winter never seemed to have a graceful exit. Like an unwanted night visitor, now under the glare of a trembling light, winter would slink away in March. The trees in the orchard did not protest the graceless exit, but wrapped themselves in the winds that blew warm. The roots beneath the trees stretched themselves free from the fastened soil of sleep, and all of life awoke from the shiver of its dream. By the time April arrived, the trees were so full they could no longer hold back their storehouse of joy and love poured out upon them by soil and sun. It was on that one day that the trees burst forth with the joy of giving. The petals of promise floated through the branches and fell to rest on the new grass and the glisten of the dew. On every tree there was a celebration of the light of life.
ReplyDeletethe opening scene of 'the sound of music' is sung while the camera pans to the glory of the Salzburg, Austrian countryside. Mozart was an Austrian. I have listened to his compositions for hundreds of hours, probably thousands, and performed his music countless times, as well as his fifth violin concerto at my senior recital. it was only after hearing the piano sonatas performed by mitsuko uchida, who had studied piano in London, because she was the daughter of the Japanese ambassador to the court of St. James, did i realize that Mozart's music is the sound of light. the hills are alive because of the sound of music, because that music is the sound of light.
ReplyDeleteNice to see Vermont with GREEN grass still! I have mostly seen it driving to Canada in midwinter (which seemed to go on forever) when every surface was white or black - beautiful the first trip, but it got old. This looks more like the Vermont of my favorite visit - driving up to MJ's wedding after a winter in NYC with NO open views of hills or grass!
ReplyDeleteThe cows are sooo cute! And I love that you got good ol' Chris in there too!
ReplyDeleteLooks like Lori, Armenia...
ReplyDelete@Christian GarbisWould that we were in Lori, Armenia, or Marash, for that matter!
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