Friday, March 28, 2014

Nearing The End of a Wintery Sleep

To keep to the theme of mammals in the 70s, there are two notable songs about horses. “A Horse with no Name”, and of course “Wildfire”. I know all the lyrics to both of them, do you? Before we left on our trip I downloaded (legally of course) a bunch of songs from the 70s – I’ve been having trips down memory lane ever since.

I've been through the desert on a horse with no name,
It felt good to be out of the rain.
In the desert you can remember your name,
'Cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain.
La, la, la la la la, la la la, la, la
La, la, la la la la, la la la, la, la
 

~”A horse with no Name” Songwriters: BUNNELL, DEWEY

She comes down from Yellow Mountain
On a dark, flat land she rides
On a pony she named Wildfire
With a whirlwind by her side
On a cold Nebraska night
Oh, they say she died one winter
When there came a killing frost
And the pony she named Wildfire
Busted down it's stall
In a blizzard he was lost

She ran calling Wildfire …

~Songwriters: LORD, PETER/SMITH, V JEFFREY/HALL, DARYL F/ALLEN, SARA

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It is a grey day that started with flurries, which changed to then rain as the day progressed. Forecast high? 9C! Yippee, finally some temps above freezing. But the damp is seeping into my bones – it feels cold out without the sun.

Last night we celebrated Carm’s birthday with a quiet dinner of takeout and bubbles. We were all celebrated out!

Signed up for our next Ballroom dancing class – no beginner class this time around so we’re going to try Rumba classes for 4 weeks. Should be fun!

“The trees were gathered closely in the copse, as if to gain strength from one another against the bitter winds. A white mantle of snow still lay at their feet, a testament to a long winter’s grip. Forgotten long ago, a bird’s nest was crushed in the snow at their feet. Waiting. All of them waiting for the warm sunshine to free them from their wintery sleep. Counting not the minutes or hours, but the length of the days.” ~me