"Black Bird"

I'm in transition -- sort of groping my way along -- moving from dolls to what?  Of course my hands can't stay still -- my mind, while grappling with one thing is veering toward another.

When in doubt pick a song, one that speaks to you, that thrills you each time you hear it. Take that song and bring it to life in stitch.

Sing along with me won't you?

Blackbird singing in the dead of night

Take these broken wings and learn to fly

All your life

You were only waiting for this moment to arise.

Black bird singing in the dead of night

Take these sunken eyes and learn to see

All your life

You were only waiting for this moment

To be free

Blackbird fly, Blackbird fly,

Into the dark black night

Into to the dark black night

Blackbird singing in the dead of night

Take these broken wings and learn to fly

All your life

You were only waiting for this moment to arise

You were only waiting for this moment to arise

You were only waiting for this moment to arise

                                                                                Paul McCartney  

Freda Sharp

Have you ever heard a Rabbit sing?  No, I hadn't either -- in fact if someone had asked, I would have said that it was impossible.  Then along came Freda.  Apparently she is taking singing lessons.  I didn't ask from whom, but hopefully it is a lark or a wren and not another rabbit.

She is learning all about sharps and flats and chords and such.  Although I reluctantly took piano lessons as a young child, I was glad that she didn't ask me any questions, for my piano lessons sort of went the way of my Latin classes.
  

I did ask her the significance of the key and it seems to be a reminder to herself to always stay 'on key'.  Good advice for all of us I think.  I might have to visit her again sometime -- perhaps later in her lessons -- to see how its going.

"The only thing better than singing is more singing." - Ella Fitzgerald

The Minstrel

Lately the sound of bells has been heard on the streets of Lickety-Split - and not the regular church bells either.

No, it seems that one of the first boarders at The Muddle House is wandering our streets.  Each step produces a slight tinkle of bells.  If you listen closely you might even hear him singing, softly under his breath.

Many of us in the neighborhood are spending more time on our porches these days, listening for his 'joyful noise". 

"A bell's not a bell 'til you ring it, 

A song's not a song 'til you sing it,

Love in your heart wasn't put there to stay,

Love isn't love 'til you give it away." - 

Oscar Hammerstein II