Scene last Sunday at the Lachine Rapids: a couple of geese families enjoying a picnic while the Old Guy watches.
Geese are quite tame and not at all bothered by our presence. Young are of various ages. Nice to see on Fathers' Day.
Mary Soderstrom's blog
It's always nice when people that you write about like what you write. I'm no musician, and one of the big unknowns about River Music was what musicians might think. In fact, I was so unsure that I went out of my way not to ask musicians I knew what their opinion was.
But to my great delight, the reaction of musicians has been spontaneous and very positive. Here are three:
From pianist Jana Stuart:
"Mary, I just finished River Music. I could not put it down. I related so much to the character of Gloria Murray and the plight of the young pianist. I loved it to pieces. "
From Madeleine Owen, lutist and artistic director, Ensemble La Cigale:
"Gloria, is tough and not always likable and yet, I had to recognize some of her difficult choices as merely typical of what a musician, especially a woman, has to do in order to succeed in the competitive world of music."
And Cléo Palacio-Quintin, flûtiste-compositrice says:
"River Music nous emporte dans le flot d'une vie musicale riche en émotions. Dans un rythme fluide, Mary Soderstrom transcrit avec finesse la passion intime d'une interprète pour sa musique...difficile de poser le livre avant la fin."
The Walkable City: From Haussmann's Boulevards to Jane Jacobs' Streets and Beyond
Geese are quite tame and not at all bothered by our presence. Young are of various ages. Nice to see on Fathers' Day.
Just a few minutes earlier a noisy flock of geese landing in a nearby pond to feed and splash around. Why were they not with their partners raising more goslings? I wondered.
Turns out that for the first
couple of years young geese don't settle down to raise little ones.
The bird books didn't say so, but it looked like the flock must have
been a group of rowdy goose adolescents without responsbilities yet. Wonder what they did on Saturday night.
I've run this before, but it bares repeating: in Quebec this weekend is not Victoria Day but the Journée des Patriotes. It commemorates the Rebllion of 1837-38, which was that nearest thing to a revolution Canada has ever known. And it wasn't just the French speakers of Lower Canada who were demanding a larger say in government, William Lyon Mackenzie (grandfather of William Lyon Mackenzie King) was one of the leaders of the uprising in Upper Canada, not to mention Wolfred and Robert Nelson who were leaders here.
However, about18 months ago I took up the challenge, bought a healthy and blooming plant, and then tried several methods. Didn't write them down, so I can't really say what worked, but something did.
The plant began blooming this week, and I'm hoping we'll have a couple of months of blooms. Yay!!
Nevertheless, somehow the plant last week sensed that spring was upon us and started sending out green leaves. Lee carried it upstairs to the second floor landing on Sunday, and now it is growing wonderfully under the skylight.
I find it amazing that minimal cues can prompt plants into new life when spring arrives. There are a lot of things that we don't know about the world...
Many birds though, including red winged blackbirds that seem to be delighted to be back where they nest.
Full moon this week, which coincided with the break up of ice on the St. Lawrence, which in turn meant strong tidal flow. Half the day the fractured ice flowed with the water down toward the sea, but for the other half it was pushed back by the incoming tide.
It's easy to forget just how far the tidal influences extend up the St. Lawrence estuary. I knew tides were felt as far as Quebec City, but I really didn't realize the extent of that flow until this week when we spent a few days there. One of the day's two high tides came at the end of the afternoon so we spent a lot of time watching the ice run upstream. Fascinating!
Once again, I bowled over the wonders of nature.
I have two indulgences. One is a good haircut from Wayne McLaughlin at Furisme. The other is a subscription to The New Yorker. Must go see Wayne soon, because I'm getting shaggy, but here are two great covers from the magazine.
As I've been enjoying the weather (much prefer sun and cold to mild and grey) I've been wondering if we all should be storing up a lot of memories of what a good winter is like. The latest report by the International Panel on Climate Change says that things are going to get worse.
According to to the background info: “This report is a dire warning about the consequences of inaction,” said Hoesung Lee, Chair of the IPCC. “It shows that climate change is a grave and mounting threat to our wellbeing and a healthy planet. Our actions today will shape how people adapt and nature responds to increasing climate risks.”
Take heed, everyone. And enjoy what we've got when we can.
But given all the stupidity going around, I'm feeling just as out-of-sorts as he does.
I've spent far more time on pickets lines and at various demonstrations than I care to remember, but I've never seen such folly as in the last few days.