My Favourite Things.

So glad I found this amazing short film today. I needed it.

The Promise of Living

I had an entirely different post written for Thanksgiving but in searching for something else, I found the libretto for "The Promise of Living" from Aaron Copland's opera "The Tender Land." It seems more fitting...

The promise of living
With hope and thanksgiving
Is born of our loving
Our friends and our labor.

The promise of growing
With faith and with knowing
Is born of our sharing
Our love with our neighbor.

The promise of loving
The promise of growing
Is born of our singing
In joy and thanksgiving.

For many a year I’ve know these field
And know all the work that makes them yield.
Are you ready to lend a hand?
We’re ready to work, we’re ready to lend a hand.

By working together we’ll bring in the harvest,
the blessings of harvest.

We plow plant each row with seeds of grain,
And Providence sends us the sun and the rain.
By lending a arm
Bring out the blessings of harvest.
Give thanks there was sunshine,
Give thanks there was rain,
Give thanks e have hands
To deliver the grain.

O let us be joyful,
O let us be grateful to the Lord
For his blessing.

The promise of living
The promise of growing
The promise of ending
Is labor and sharing and loving.

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(While I love the libretto, I actually prefer the instrumental version... I also have a weakness for old home movies... even when they're not my own...)

Alter Egos

It's the season of disguises and secret identities and I am thrilled that my not-so-secret alter-ego will be blogging in support of one of my favourite organizations

On October 30 and 31st, with the help of some mad scientists, the Charlotte Street Arts Centre will be transformed into a haunted house. Over the course of the two days there will be events for the whole families from haunted house tours for the kids to a battle of the bands for high school students to a Danse Macabre for the grown-ups.

There's a lot of great stories and people behind this new fundraiser and in the lead up to the event I will be blogging about them here.

Flying Machine

Oh! Say! Let us fly, dear,

Where, kid? To the sky, dear.

Oh you flying machine!

Jump in, Miss Josephine...

Just before we left the orchard yesterday, we heard the roar of a prop engine and saw this strange vehicle rolling across the horizon. And as we were all trying to figure out what it was, it took to the sky...
I think every person, young and old, on the hillside stopped and watched in a mixture of awe and delight. My friends' daughter put it best: "It's Chitty-Chitty Bang-Bang."

It was the kind of thing that seemed more likely to happen in the world of Roald Dahl than here in our little corner of the world.

It's hard to be cynical in a world that surprises you with stupendous flying machines.

Apple Picking

Took advantage of a beautiful autumn day to head out to the Everett Family Orchard to pick some apples.

Commemorating the picking of the first apple.

Kicked over my apple bag while in my photo frenzy. Made these bags last year for Denis and me. Perfect for holding about 10 pounds of Cortlands.

There was no way we were leaving without getting this snapshot. Love the look on Denis' face.

And LOVE this picture of Denis. He's my quiet friend, if you can believe it.

The Good Lovelies

Last night Denis and I hit Crumbs for a show by the Good Lovelies. Their self-titled album has been in constant rotation on my playlist for the past week and their live show did not disappoint.

These girly-girls ("we have a strict no pants policy.") come armed with a van-load of instruments, pitch-perfect three-part harmony, clever catchy tunes and hilarious repartee. It would be impossible to be gloomy while watching them dissolve into a genuine and spontaneous giggle fit on stage.

I kind of want them to follow me around with their banjos and banter.

They have a Christmas album coming out in November and I cannot wait!!

Really... the banjo is completely under-rated...

Doing a cover of the Boswell sisters "Heebie Jeebies".

Who wouldn't want to spend the evening with these girls?

Vagabond Song

Bliss Carman Middle School officially opened last night so this morning, at the start of a new month, this poem seems appropriate...

A Vagabond Song

THERE is something in the autumn that is native to my blood—
Touch of manner, hint of mood;
And my heart is like a rhyme,
With the yellow and the purple and the crimson keeping time.

The scarlet of the maples can shake me like a cry
Of bugles going by.
And my lonely spirit thrills
To see the frosty asters like a smoke upon the hills.

There is something in October sets the gypsy blood astir;
We must rise and follow her,
When from every hill of flame
She calls and calls each vagabond by name.

~Bliss Carman~