Happy to Trot
After they hay was away and the farm chores were done I met with friends at a house in Arlington Vermont. It's been a three-year tradition to watch the band Cantrip play at the bagpipe player's parents house. They have this tiny little concert and it is always gorgeous. Everyone brings a covered dish to a campfire/potluck before and then the house turns into a venue with the upstairs loft being a mezzanine. The stage is a corner of the living room and the house is alive with music. There are parlor pipes, guitars, fiddles, mandolins and flutes. I know many of the songs by heart and have loved this gem since I stumbled upon them a few years back. This year's concert didn't disappoint.
Saturday was all about hawk hunting. No luck so far, not one bird on the trap, but I have seen so many birds! There are hundreds of redtails out there, as well as migrating peregrine falcons, kestrels, eagles, nighthawks, ravens, coopers, broadwing hawks, and more. I have my eye on a few big females and hope to catch one soon and start the training process. I'll probably stay up with the bird that first whole night binge watching something on Netflix with a pot of coffee on the stove. Any suggestions for some great shows I could absorb quick are appreciated. I just finished Orange is the New Black, Stranger Things, Take My Wife, and Harmonquest. It's easy to soak up this stuff when working on illustrations or design work. Bring on the recs.
After Hawk hunting I ended up back at Livingston Brook to take in the crescent moon rise and stars with good friends. We toasted the end of summer. Sitting out there in the brisk air, sharing stories and drinks around the candlelight was the kind of present nostalgia you appreciate as it is happening. There are a lot of people out there healthier, richer, and prettier than this broad but I wouldn't want to trade my life for anyone elses. Not ever. I just want to get better at this one. I feel there's a way cooler chick a few levels up.
Today was a fiddle day with a mother and daughter from Vermont. They did so well! The pair came around 10AM and in that time they went from opening their fiddle cases and rosining their bows to learning to tune, bow, their finger potions, and their first scale all before lunch. Then after lunch their learned their first song (Ida Red!) and we had time to cover shuffling, droning, slides and vibrato. Some folks just have the touch and these two had it down. And during their lunch break a lovely family from Massachusetts stopped by to pick up their share of pork and an illustration they bought of a wolf from me. They met Merlin, the pigs, the goats and dogs. Friday romped around with their 12-year old border collie mix and they were adorable.
The weekend ended with hay again. Another neighbor was loading their barn and I threw in some muscle where I could. I like that September is about the First Church of Grass. And the next few weeks I hope it becomes Our lady of the Perpetual Flame (firewood stacking).
Love this life and be happy while you got it, kids. These summers are learning to canter. When I was a kid they seemed happy to trot.