…are made for singing Gershwin. It’s, like, a rule. Or something.
So the warm weather has returned, and my freckles have started to kick in (I think it’s the Scots blood in me!), probably because yesterday I spent two and a half hours in glorious May sunshine watching my kiddies compete and attempt to qualify for next months sports day. Sorry, that should be ‘Sports Day’. Believe me, it is a huge deal here (as it is at most prep. schools) and the yummy mummies were out in force. Nice afternoon though, then a reasonably chilled boarding duty, then a swift drink with Quirky (she’s been a little blue, so it was good to touch base with her).
And then it was time to go home to grade, mark and moderate 43 Geography exams. By this morning!
The ride home was lovely, it was so balmy and warm, and I timed it exactly at twilight. It’s such fun zipping along the country roads in the half light, with the bats swooping playfully overhead (although I sometimes get worried they may hit me – our local bats are a little dim sometimes!). When I got home I was on dog duty ~ our eldest dog Freddie is blind (as a bat, now I conveniently think of it!) and can’t really hear all that well, so like the elderly gent he is, he must be taken for a turn about the garden.
And it was just lovely, standing there in the moonlight-half-light-twilight, watching as the stars started to pinprick through on the midnight blue canvas of the sky. And the garden looks lovely just now. It was so warm, it reminded me of evenings in Carolina, the humidity hanging like a blanket over everything. And I stood there, making sure Freddie had his exercise, I sang a few standards…I enjoyed ‘Someone to Watch Over Me’ particularly, I haven’t sung that in ages! There’s something to be said for singing in the open air when there’s no-one about…the timbre is so different. Lovely.
One day till break…this term has felt pretty long so far, but respite of a sort is just over the hill.
Hope you are all enjoying the last burst of May!