Two topics for today. First to gardens. It was Open Gardens with scarecrows in our village on Sunday and my son and his wife opened their garden to the public - it is a lovely garden with lots of secret corners, steps and surprises. Their scarecrow sits in the centre of the front lawn guarding a tiny patch of long grass and daisies which my son has left in the lawn (he is a Roger Deakin fan) which is indicated as a Nature Reserve with No Fracking, and the scarecrow wears a badge saying Head Warden. There is also a particularly beautiful clematis in full bloom.
Now to the piano of the title.
I play piano and have done since I was a small child. The piano you see, which is a Hopkinson - quite a good make - was bought for me by my parents as an eighteenth birthday present, so I treasure it greatly. Sadly I rarely, if ever, play it these days. Since marrying the farmer twenty odd years ago there always seems to have been other things to do and indeed the Schubert Impromptus which you see on the stand, have not been played for a very long time. When I think I used to be up to performance standard with them in some ways I am ashamed that I have let it go. When I sold my harpsichord I had the piano reconditioned so it is in fair shape.
My son teaches music - guitar, double bass, cello and piano - in schools and also to private pupils and this piano is much better than the one he has. So tomorrow evening a removal company is going to attempt to move the piano from my house to his - getting it into his music room is going to be a tight fit so we are keeping our fingers crossed. I know it will go into the sitting room as when I lived in the cottage I had it in there (and would often play until four o'clock in the morning when I lived alone after the death of my first husband). Now I am going to sign off and start moving things - hare cards which are stored behind the lid until I have enough for another clip frame full for the utility room (I collect hares and can hear the farmer saying 'not another nail in the wall'.), photographs from the top (where am I going to put those I wonder. For now they will go on the Welsh dresser in the dining room). Then my next job will be to empty the music cabinet and sort out the music.
All rather sad jobs but they have to be done and the space will be useful as we only use that room when we have a lot of people there and there is never enough room for us all.
So off now to get on with the job