At the height of Summer, as the heat waves were roasting most of the greenery around us, I was reminiscing about the exquisite flowers, tender colours, and superb views that Spring was gifting us with in the higher mountains, where the heralds of Spring were following on the heels of the withdrawing snow and frost,
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Tuesday, September 21, 2021
Adventures from Bulgaria:
Gifts of Spring
At the height of Summer, as the heat waves were roasting most of the greenery around us, I was reminiscing about the exquisite flowers, tender colours, and superb views that Spring was gifting us with in the higher mountains, where the heralds of Spring were following on the heels of the withdrawing snow and frost,
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Bulgaria,
Spring,
summer,
Valeria Idakieva
Tuesday, May 26, 2020
Sketches from the Twin Cities:
Spring Sounds (like)
A sort of poem: similes of middle-school music students
By Geoffrey Dean
A recent distance learning music lesson of mine asked middle-school students to listen to Vivaldi’s “Spring” from The Four Seasons after reading his sonnet “La Primavera” (in English). Asked what spring “sounds” like to them, most wrote birds chirping, but a number of the 200+ responses were “one-of-kind.” I was moved by the many thoughtful and beautifully-phrased answers, and amused by some whimsical or even slightly jaded ones.
By Geoffrey Dean
A recent distance learning music lesson of mine asked middle-school students to listen to Vivaldi’s “Spring” from The Four Seasons after reading his sonnet “La Primavera” (in English). Asked what spring “sounds” like to them, most wrote birds chirping, but a number of the 200+ responses were “one-of-kind.” I was moved by the many thoughtful and beautifully-phrased answers, and amused by some whimsical or even slightly jaded ones.
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Antonio Vivaldi,
coronavirus,
Geoffrey Dean,
music,
poem,
poetry,
quarantine,
Sketches,
Spring
Thursday, April 27, 2017
Ayard in springtime
Labels:
birds,
digiscoping,
flowers,
Spring
Saturday, April 1, 2017
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