My Husband the Song Writer

I've been busy this week creating my husband a myspace artist account. You can now visit Charles Green and listen to some of his music here. He is writing some new songs and working on a project that hopefully he is going to let me record some piano solos on and even have Chase do a solo on. We hope to have that done by this fall. I am very proud of his accomplishments. Actually he recorded this project, "The Trade" in 1996 and we have just now had it remastered and put in CD form, as cassettes have gone the way of the dinosaur practically. You can leave him comments on his page or here. Let me know what you think. My favorite one is "He Gave Me Everything."

Ho! Ho! Ho!

Santa's come early around here. Guess I've been good enough. Whew! I've been playing this little gem since Friday night when I got it. Found it in the classifieds and got a U-haul that night to get it home. I had it tuned to 440 concert pitch today, and it sounds wonderful. The technician said it was almost new. Can you believe it? I wish I could find a way to play a bit and record it for you. If anyone knows how, let me know.

The gentleman we bought it from gave Chase three brand new John Thompson First Grade books. They are exactly the same books I learned on, and I had a lot of fun showing Chase one of the ones I had had all these years. With the exception of stickers and penciled notes, it was exactly the same. I hope he gets as much pleasure from music as I have through the years.

Now we can have Christmas carols on Christmas Day!

Nightsongs

Somewhere in the distance an old hoot owl is standing guard, his pale yellow eyes searching the darkness, his voice punctuating the soft summer night. Crickets are chirping in the undergrowth, and the bullfrogs are chiming in from across the pond. As if to answer, the trees rattle in the evening wind, and I shiver as I feel the night settling in. Another day has passed. Another sun has set.

I feel the cool dirt beneath my bare feet as I help the cedar swing along, it’s rusty chains creak out a rhythm to the symphony that surrounds me--that sweet soothing serenade of the night. The stars all sit and wink from above a few scattered clouds as the moon makes jewels of the crystal dewdrops on the grass.

My spaniel Maggie lies at my feet and licks her paws and pants. She smells something--a squirrel or rabbit and runs full speed across the drive, her nails clicking on the concrete. Her bark is quick and sharp and not at all afraid. A neighbor’s Labrador joins her in the pursuit, and the opera turns to a wild cacophony of yaps, growls, and snarls. The object of their disgruntlement harbored safely in a nearby tree looks down with beady eyes. Disinterested now, Maggie runs to me and licks my hand.

“Good girl,” I whisper. “Now settle down. Stay with Mama for awhile.”
A flash of light startles me as a brief flicker of lighting begins in a purple cloud above. The wind is picking up speed. A low rumble in the distance. Another streak of startling light, and then a fierce deafening clap of thunder causes me to jerk and Maggie to whimper. A drop of rain hits the awning over the swing, and then another, bouncing off the awning with muffled splats. A brief pause of silence ensues, and then a torrential downpour begins--drenching the dirt beneath my feet, soaking my pants legs, blowing the awning up and away. This is God meeting the needs of the thirsty soil. This is God watering his garden in the cool of the evening, blessing his handiwork--causing it to grow and flourish.

Eventually the brief storm abates, and the cadence slows to a steady , almost reverent rain. The earth soaks up the life-giving water. Maggie drinks from a nearby puddle as she shakes the droplets from her coat. I shake my soggy head in reply and laugh the laugh of a naughty child who has been dancing barefoot in the rain. These are the sounds of God. All of creation is His orchestra, and I am the awed and honored guest of this, His ever-changing, ever-beautiful, ever-so-holy masterpiece called life. Another day has passed. Another sun has set. And I am forever grateful to be one of the instruments of His will.