Happy Summer Solstice. I was torn between the shorter version with more pictures of summer and the longer version which includes pictures of the performers, so I included them both. The shorter one is first in the post, the longer one below. Enjoy!
Although there is still over a foot of snow on the ground, and not a crocus or snowdrop in sight, today is the vernal equinox. Sunrise and sunset have been changing to their usual spring routine, and the trees are starting to bud. I look forward to spring, with its promise of renewal and new beginnings.
My father grew up in Springfield, Massachusetts, and blamed being cold all his childhood for his love of summer, even in Atlanta, even without air conditioning. He also loved classical music, which peopled my childhood with legends and stories. I didn’t even know the titles of much of the music I grew up with until I worked at an NPR station in graduate school, and a piece would throw me back into my parents’ living room, sitting on the floor in front of the record player.
It is going to be in the mid-90’s today in upstate New York, and I know my father would have loved to be in the backyard in the shade with a glass of iced tea. Today I will play his favorite pieces, from Symphonie Fantastique to Adagio from Spartacus, and strive to enjoy the heat, in his honor.