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Goodbye, Summer!

Goodbye, Summer! Hello, Fall! Today is the Autumn Equinox and it truly felt like fall on my morning run. It was 46°F when I left the house; the sun was streaming through the leaves, the ground was still wet from yesterday’s rain and there was a mist rising off the fields.

The earth was littered with almost neon yellow leaves and the apples are now full and lush on the branches. The grasses around the pond are beginning to turn varying shades of a chocolatey velvet brown. All of the webs that were spun last night, were glistening with morning dew. It was glorious!

Next week the weather is supposed to turn warmer again and I just want it to stay cool and crisp. I’m ready to live in a hut in the middle of a field of pumpkins. I’m ready for all things fall, I mean it is almost October!

This weekend we have errands to run and we need to finish off planning our weekly menu. But, I’m hoping for some downtime in there, where we stroll through the woods, breath autumn in, in all of her golden glory and where we drink coffee and listen to music while laying in a heap on the couch.

There always seems to be a particular vibe to summer. This summer I was definitely in a 70s mood and among other things, we listened to Bob James’, Touchdown album a lot! We had this record playing almost non-stop. I don’t care that it sounds cheesy, cheesy is good! Who doesn’t love a good saxophone?

So here’s to the beginning of Autumn. And, here’s to a wonderful weekend!

Nostalgia

I don’t know why and I know that it just isn’t me, because everyone I’ve spoken with today has said they feel as if this has been the longest week ever!

The woods were so quiet this morning. I only passed one other person out with her two Jack Russells. The sunbeams were distilled through the leaves, moving in and out as the breeze shook the branches; little tracks of light making the path glow. I could see my breath. It was a perfect autumnal morning.

I love the way the light changes this time of year. The shadows become longer. The light becomes whiter. My Nana’s dining room was at the corner of the house, so light filtered in from the front and the sides. Near one of the windows in the corner she had a Christmas cactus that sat on a tall wooden plant stand.

The afternoon autumnal light would be so pure the cactus almost appeared as it was glowing. The light would move across the dining room table and come to rest on the opposite wall. I would sit at the kitchen table watching the light dance about. It always made me think of Cranberries, by Andrew Wyeth.

We hardly ever turn on the TV, but last night the Mercury Prize Awards were on and Mr. Michie wanted to see some of the acts perform. Sampha, won the prize and we were both very happy with the judges decision. He played, “(No One Knows Me) Like the Piano”.

I have no idea why, because there was not a piano in the dining room, or even in my Nana’s house for that matter. But, this song makes me think of her home. I suppose it speaks to me because her house knew me well.  I used to clean for her and my other Grandmother for pocket money. I was usually saving up to buy Christmas presents. Her walls heard my voice, her furniture knew the touch of my hand. Her stove was incredibly fun to cook on, this perfect 1960s avocado green beauty. I think this song makes me feel nostalgic. The changing of seasons makes me feel that way as well, excited for what is to come and sad to let the previous season slip away.

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Easy Breezy

I woke up this morning at 3:23am to our curtains blowing and then slamming back into the window screen. The wind was so strong, it’s still strong.

I was bleary eyed as I got up and closed the window. I went downstairs to check on everything and peek out at our plants. I’ve had to do a search an rescue in the wee hours of the night before when the wind has carried one of our pots out into the middle of the street. All was safe. I headed back upstairs and curled up in bed. I laid there for another hour before I fell back to sleep, just listening to the wind whip around the cottage.

It’s gorgeously sunny today and I’m indoors waiting on that wonderful package to arrive. It never arrived yesterday because although three people told me it was on a delivery truck, the fourth person said, “Nope! It’s still sitting at the depot! What would you like me to do with it?” Oh, lucky me!

So this morning, I’m taking it in my stride, even though I’m annoyed I can’t do my morning run. Obviously the Universe just wanted me to wait till today to receive this parcel. So, I’m drinking coffee, listening to Father John Misty and reading e-mails.

I’ve got laundry to fold and a marinara sauce to start this morning too. We’re making a Friday night dinner for some friends of ours who have a lot going on at the moment. So, the pressure of cooking dinner is one thing they can take off of their plate and instead feast on homemade lasagna, bread and chocolate cake with my Nana’s mocha frosting.

Here’s to Wednesday, we’re almost there!

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Bombay Dub Orchestra

While listening to the radio this weekend we discovered a group we had not come across before, or at least knowingly heard them. They are the Bombay Dub Orchestra. The piece played was called “Mumtaz”.

I’ve not been able to get it out of my head. We got the album on Spotify and I’ve been playing it non-stop! I even listened to it this morning while walking through the woods. It reminds me of a piece of music that a former yoga teacher of mine would play during class. I find it intoxicating. It’s music that lifts your soul and makes you want to go on grand adventures.

Happy Wednesday! We’re half way through the week!

Blossoms

Last week I was a day ahead, this week I seem to be running a day behind. Maybe by next week, I’ll have caught up with myself. The sun came out to play yesterday and it was dazzling. The Japanese magnolias are beginning to flower around the neighbourhood and I love the shape of their blossoms.

The way it pinches together almost claw like, forming the shape of a finial resting on top of a bed post. The creamy milky colour of the outside petals with the the slightest bit of dark raspberry pink striped down the edges.

Once the buds open, the pink becomes more prominent. And when the sun shines through the petals they look like stained glass or the perfect cup of strawberry pink sorbet. Spring is “springing” and it’s making me so very happy. I just wish the sun would come out and play again today. Where are you Mr. Sunshine?

Dance Your Heart Out!

I’ve been grooving to this song a lot lately around the house, in between all of my podcast listening. After the events of the past few days and living within a world that feels like it’s going mad, I say we catch our breaths this weekend and dance. Dance, because we are alive and we will continue to move forward no matter what obstacles present themselves.

Have a lovely weekend wherever you may be.

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A Sunshine Filled Monday

Monday mornings come around all to quickly for me. But this has been a peaceful Monday so far. We grabbed a cup of coffee this morning and chit-chatted before Mr. Michie got the bus and I did my run. I kept stopping to look at things. There are daffodils everywhere now. In clumps of golden egg yolk hues and buttercup yellow. The sun was shining and the air was cool and so fresh. The birds were singing in the woods. I watched two little coal tits gathering fluff and twigs to build a nest. The woodpecker was busy finding bugs in a dead tree by the pond and the ducks were waddling around in groups.

I finished my run and went to the grocery store to get ingredients for dinner. The dryer is whirring away as I get caught up on laundry after the weekend. There is a fresh breeze blowing in through the curtains and I’ve been listening to beach music this morning. Barbara Lewis is shoo-bopping while I type. With all this sunshine and my beach music playing, all I want to do today is a get a hot dog from Jack’s Cosmic Dogs and go dip my toes in the sand. A girl can dream can’t she? Here’s to the sunshine, because it fills my heart with light!

A Taste of Snow

It’s trying so hard to snow today. You can feel it. That particular dampness that snow brings to the air and the way the world smells. I saw a few flakes tumble down around me on my run this morning. It makes me so happy! I’m keeping my fingers crossed for at least a good dusting. I want the world to look like a Christmas cake powdered in icing sugar, with no nook or cranny left un-sprinkled by white. Snow today seems fitting as tonight we usher in the Full Snow Moon.

I’m curled up this afternoon, the candles are lit. I’ve feasted on toasted challah bread, smothered in butter and strawberry jam. A hot cup of tea is by my side, sending steamy little tendrils into the air.

It feels like an Anne Shirley kind of day. So, I’m listening to the soundtrack while I work. Happiness is…

Closer

I heard this song playing in the coffee shop the other morning and Shazam-ed it to see what it was. It was created by a Norwegian musical duo called, Lemaitre. Since I’ve discovered it, I have been playing it A LOT! I can’t get enough of it. I listened to it on my run this morning and I think it gave my feet wings. It’s just a happy song with a great beat!

Holding On

Today is “Blue Monday”. I didn’t wake up feeling blue. I was a ball of energy this morning. That continued during my walk, even though it was pouring and I was squish squashing my way down the street. And it continued as I attempted to scrub layers of mud off of myself in the shower from running through the woods.

But, my little balloon has slowly started to deflate this afternoon, as I discovered that a huge amount of files I had stored on a hard drive had been erased by the hard drive itself, while it was trying to make room for a back-up. I could have just cried. First world problems, right?

C’est la vie! I’ve made a cup of tea, I’ve lit my candles, I’m watching the rain from my window and I’m listening to Gregory Porter and just holding on.