News from the farm:
We are in late spring here on our little farm in the Cascade foothills. Bees and other pollinators trysted earlier in April with the intoxicatingly fragrant blossoms of plum, cherry, pear and apple. A walk through the orchard during bloom time is an amazing experience of scent, color, and sound like no other I know. Trees filled with foraging bees can be heard from some distance when there are enough of them out collecting nectar and pollen. Having fulfilled their purpose now, the spent petals have drifted down like pink and white snow, collecting in the emerald green grass. They quietly curl and brown in their final resting places below, leaving their legacy of small green fruits above to grow, ripen and change color over the summer.
Blueberries are still blooming, the fragrant white bell-shaped blossoms enjoyed by bee and hummingbird alike. Bumblebees seem to be especially fond of them, and are thought to be better pollinators of blueberries as they sonicate the blooms.
Our feisty little friends the pocket gophers are tunneling furiously in the wet soil, and I am right behind them, filching their numerous dirt piles for transplanting seedlings that are outgrowing their trays. Entirely in keeping with the old saying if one has lemons, make lemonade! Once the plant starts are big enough and sufficiently hardened off, they will go in the garden. At least a few will be filched by a Leprechuan-like gopher in the end. If I listen carefully, I may hear chuckling somewhere down in the tunnels…
The weather is in transition, with many fronts and storms coming through now. Rainbow season is here, and the wind takes on a different sound moving through trees in leaf. Rain speaks in many tongues to those who listen, often in conversation with Wind and Cloud. An angry wind from a dark, brooding sky can throw hail, feared by farmer and all tender growing things that can be pummeled or torn to shreds by such violence of Nature. And then there is the sun which follows the storm. Golden, warm healer goes about setting all to right while the receding darkness offers the rainbow flag of truce. For a short while, all wars everywhere have ended, and magic rules this unique kingdom of shadows and light. The gophers have discovered the pot of gold, stored it down in their hole, and are busy counting the loot! No two storms are alike. I capture this moment in memory, to hold onto like a locket.
Music news (schedule posted on the Performance Schedule page):
The schedule has changed since the last posting. I will be in McMinnville at Cornerstone Coffee in July on IPNC (International Pinot Noir Celebration) weekend instead of May as previously scheduled.
I’ve continued to expand and rearrange the sub-pages under music. The full listing of songs on the CD, the stories behind why some were written, or chosen to cover, are now there. Help yourself!
In your area, wherever you may be, please do all you can to help keep your own local music alive. Go out and see someone you don’t know, host a house concert, download songs or buy CDs. Or even just stop for a minute to hear someone at a Farmers’ Market. Live, local musicians provide a wealth of talent most people will never hear about in this age of iPods, Internet and TV.
Bookings and home-grown produce:
Lavinia and Rick Ross
Salmon Brook Records / Salmon Brook Farms