Such a blissful, peaceful photo of a setting sun puts me in mind of one of the most beautiful melodies I know and one of the first ones I remember. A beautiful rendition here, sung by an acquaintance of mine in his native Welsh, the music of my ancestors...a prayer for all to have a restful and safe night...lyrics & translation below:
Reporting in from MD between DC and Annapolis, full wisteria, dogwoods, redbuds, and early tulips (past forsythia, cherries, narcissi); beech buds starting to cast off their brown sheaths, oak leaflets a frilly orange, sweetgum and maple leaves in various stages of limp bright-light-green growth with no stiffness yet to their veins, maple helicopter-seeds growing towards release. Buttercups in profusion. Oh, and male critters chasing female critters. Full spring despite 34 Thursday night (the last of that nonsense).
That is the most beautiful of Buddy's pix yet. Thank you both.
Such a blissful, peaceful photo of a setting sun puts me in mind of one of the most beautiful melodies I know and one of the first ones I remember. A beautiful rendition here, sung by an acquaintance of mine in his native Welsh, the music of my ancestors...a prayer for all to have a restful and safe night...lyrics & translation below:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Efl2FgpvUHI
"Ar hyd y nos"
Holl amrantau'r sêr ddywedant
Ar hyd y nos
"Dyma'r ffordd i fro gogoniant,"
Ar hyd y nos.
Golau arall yw tywyllwch
I arddangos gwir brydferthwch
Teulu'r nefoedd mewn tawelwch
Ar hyd y nos.
Hyd y nos.
O mor siriol, gwena'r seren
Ar hyd y nos
I oleuo'i chwaer ddaearen
Ar hyd y nos.
Nos yw henaint pan ddaw cystudd
Ond i harddu dyn a'i hwyrddydd
Rhown ein golau gwan i'n gilydd
Ar hyd y nos.
Translation:
All the stars' twinkles say
All through the night
"This is the way to the realm of glory,"
All through the night.
Other light is darkness
To show true beauty
The Heavenly family in peace
All through the night.
Through the night.
O, how cheerful smiles the star,
All through the night
To light its earthly sister
All through the night.
Old age is night when affliction comes
But to beautify man in his late days
We'll put our weak light together
All through the night.
Reporting in from MD between DC and Annapolis, full wisteria, dogwoods, redbuds, and early tulips (past forsythia, cherries, narcissi); beech buds starting to cast off their brown sheaths, oak leaflets a frilly orange, sweetgum and maple leaves in various stages of limp bright-light-green growth with no stiffness yet to their veins, maple helicopter-seeds growing towards release. Buttercups in profusion. Oh, and male critters chasing female critters. Full spring despite 34 Thursday night (the last of that nonsense).
That is the most beautiful of Buddy's pix yet. Thank you both.