Silly me, asking you what music you listen to in your gardens, only to be told that you’re all blissfully tuned into the sounds of nature. Naturally I wonder why it is I need something more to occupy my mind and I figure it’s all those drugs I took in the ’60s and ’70s. Allegedly.
So here’s how it works for me. Say it’s a cold December morning. When I’ve done lots of stuff I need to do and it’s finally warmed up enough to go outside, I want to immerse myself in the garden, slow down and get all in-the-moment like we’re try to do these days. So it’s just me, the birds, the squirrels and some far-off construction sounds. I slowly walk the whole garden, noticing whatever there is to notice and fantasizing about changes I’ll make when it warms up. I sit for a while and contemplate my favorite oak. I’m starting to feel pretty mellow about now, and really grateful to be in my favorite place in the world.
And here’s where apparently I’m unlike even other passionate gardeners, my people. Right about now I want more, more, more, like nature and beauty and music, all at once. Yeah, if I just add some Brahms or some jazz or whatever I’m in the mood for, I can really bliss out. Raking leaves becomes a musical opportunity. After all, what better place to tune in to great music? So the high lasts longer, at least for me, speaking as a potential addict, I suppose. Do you think I need rehab? Don’t answer that.
So, readers, let me ask the question I probably should have asked in the first place. Do you have music in your life and if so, what, how and when? Tomorrow I’ll report on my experimentation with satellite radio – is it a dream come true?