Stage one

Straight from dad's vegetable garden:

Music, soothe me.

Among other songs, this one tonight:

Don't mind the crappily edited lyrics.  Just listen.

(Side note, this would have been a cool song to play with the production so it has more surroundy effects when you listen to it on headphones or with a good speaker system.  There's a lot of potential.  I should write someone a strongly worded letter about this. )

Reminds me of this:

And then the logical progression:

Man, this song's still not old after all these years.

Shattered

This has been a hard last few days, last day for me.

She's grateful for headphones.  She's so very little and small and speck speck speck poof.

I'm getting lost in the curtains where it's soft and there's light.

Check, Check, Check

I can't think of any event I've been to where the sound system broke or cut out and the event got worse.  There may have been one or two, but mostly when the sound system cuts out, everything gets more real and more better.  er. er. er.

Ways in which the k-3 concert got better:

Each time it skipped and spazzed, 75 some odd kids were giggling, covering their mouths, and gasping, bug-eyed in merriment and surprise.

Once the teacher finally gave up and decided to forge ahead a'capella, everyone applauded.

After that, the kids sang louder and better and we could hear more individual voices.  It felt more like a real Christmas concert that way.

Everything's better unplugged.  Oh, and man I love reading the last names in the program.  Delicious Polishy goodness.

And that is my review of the children's concert tonight.

Collage

Father

He sent a light warm rain to kiss my hot cheeks on the walk home because He knows the rainbows speak to Noah but some of us speak a different language. What a beautiful Father to give us all we need.

When You are a Badass Gardener

When you are a badass gardener, you put on your galoshes in the near dark of evening, tramp out to the east garden, and dig up the best of your late leeks.  Then you squelch through the yard, put away the shovel, and shake those leeks to get as much dirt off as you can before you bring your earthy self back inside.  And you wave your leeks around casting leek spells in the blue black sky.  Showering loamy leek soil in your hair and into the collar of your coat. This is why my jackets always smell like wind and dust and this is why the fish was delicious.