We’re getting some lovely rain today. The sky is pale gray and it’s gently drizzling. The grass is a very lush emerald green, and the azaleas and redbuds almost seem to glow with vivid color.
Apparently this front is extended all up and down the east coast.
I think this is great subject matter for a song. Not a serious song-- something lighthearted. If several people from different locations all contributed a few lines, then we could cover the full front.
It had been nice and warmish and extendedly rainy and full of promise fulfilled. Things were turning crazy-green, the fauna were freaking out, and the pipers wept with joy (the neighbors wept for other reasons). Then the snow came again - it was so paltry that it really oughtn’t have bothered - and with it a few subfreezing nights. It killed my coleuses. Or Colei. Whatever. That’s fifteen bucks straight down the ol’ crapper.
Aside from that, it’s still basically Spring.
I temporarily forgot I live in Minnesnowta. Note to self: don’t plant any coleus until bloody August.
Richard and Mimi Farina played the Newport Folk Festival in 1965-ish. He had just put together a tune consisting of snippets of about 6-7 folk songs. It poured through their performance. He wound up calling the piece, “Celebrations for a grey day.” Back when I was playing dulcimer a lot, I’d play that most rainy days.
He wrote a poem with the same title, which predated the tune.
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