When you’re tired and you find you can’t sleep,
Hear the song of the wise willow tree.
Feel the breeze kiss her leaves,
So soft and so sweet:
When you’re tired and you find you can’t sleep.
I was taken by surprise when I, again, discovered music, from here in Canada and known as Cassie and Maggie MacDonald. They were from Nova Scotia and visiting Ontario recently.
I’d like to learn/improve violin (even try playing fiddle in my imagination) and also how to speak Celtic. When I was in Ireland I only left knowing one phrase: Pog mo thoin
Strip the Willow Set … Blue Willow … The Willow Lullaby … Down in the Willow Garden…
See a pattern with the song titles forming here?
I am thankful for the work my brother puts into our podcast together.
I am thankful for a beautiful live fiddle concert.
I was tapping my foot along with the faster songs and then slow ones like Willow Lullaby had me solemn.
Thank you to those who suggested/brought me along to the show and to Cassie and Maggie and their interesting between-song stories, excellent sisterly talents, and the folk music and lyrics I am now listening to on Apple Music, on repeat.
This phrase was one of the songs they did and I was caught curious about its meaning. After listening to their version of the song, (Maiden’s Lament), I decided the part about thyme representing a young woman’s virginity was somewhat off-putting, but I rather focus on the empowering message not to waste precious time with someone or something negative or unhealthy because life is short.
I’m thankful for little bottles of champaign.
On a hot day, in a busy bar, I ordered a bottle and drank straight from it. A glass was included, but I’d rather not, which makes me unsophisticated, not allowing the bubbles to breathe. Still, it was easier without and I don’t know enough to taste any difference.
I’m thankful for an excellent fiddle album from a musician with the same name as mine.
Look up Kerry Fitzgerald if you have a streaming service, and even if you don’t. She is from near me, though she tours all over. This album is Fiddle Beatz and the mix of her fiddle (violin music) and electronics, plus parts of her own voice make it awesome.
I’m thankful for a surprise email about organ donation.
Someone I met recently took the time to pick up the card, fill it out, and mail it off. She told me it is because she met me that she saw this through, that my brother and I put a relatable human face to the issue.
And now…a short TToT intermission halfway through.
So sleep with the sweetest of dreams;
May you dance in the light of moonbeams.
And sing, “Hey Diddle Diddle,” with the cat and his fiddle:
Sleep with the sweetest of dreams.
I’m thankful for something cold to drink on a hot day’s walk home.
I am thankful for Apple Music.
I am thankful for a new Lily Allen album.
I am thankful for indoor plumbing.
I can’t tell you just how much.
I am thankful for first local strawberries of the season.
Strawberries, thyme, and the willow tree.
When you find you can’t sleep the night through,
And your worries, they come back to you:
Rest your head on the pillow,
Of leaves from the willow:
If you find you can’t sleep the night through.