I spent the day matting prints and bagging greeting cards, and then I headed hometown-ward and enlisted my kind kinfolk to help me make up some buttons and magnets. I’m pretty well prepped for the Maple Leaf Fest this weekend.
I came across this photo looking through some oldies a bit ago.. Music has always been a part of my life (maybe a reason why a good portion of my posts here are music related..). “There are two means of refuge from the miseries of life: music and cats.” -Albert Schweitzer
In true Kansan fashion, I’ll bring up the weather. The wind right now is insane and blew me all over the road earlier. I posted a picture last week of a forest-like area which at that time was still lush with leaves, and today, those trees were completely bare. I’m now listening to the wind from a north facing room on the second story and it sounds like a roaring ocean. I like it. It makes me think of one of my favorite books, Song of Hiawatha by HW Longfellow. There’s a chapter about the four winds. Here’s an excerpt:
But the fierce Kabibonokka
Had his dwelling among icebergs,
In the everlasting snow-drifts,
In the kingdom of Wabasso,
In the land of the White Rabbit.
He it was whose hand in Autumn
Painted all the trees with scarlet,
Stained the leaves with red and yellow;
He it was who sent the snow-flake,
Sifting, hissing through the forest,
Froze the ponds, the lakes, the rivers,
Drove the loon and sea-gull southward,
Drove the cormorant and curlew
To their nests of sedge and sea-tang
In the realms of Shawondasee
I’ve posted Longfellow’s section about Wabun, The East Wind here before. Read it here.
Til next time..