Back a couple of years ago, my favorite music (Lyle, not withstanding) often started with the braying of Xote and Sancho, and then Maka, Ruby, Jake and Commando would all commence ahowlin'. Jewels isn't much of a singer, she is more of a yapper, but she did her part, as well. If Ellie May and Jethro and i were outside, we would join in...making it one fine happy sing-a-long. When we were inside the house and they would start up, we would stop what we were doing and listen, with big stupid grins on our faces. Sometimes, when the concert was particularly long, or if one of the dogs was in fine yodeling form, we would have a giggle together.
The Song of The Homestead has changed over the years, but it is still there. It just isn't as well textured right now. The Boyz do a fine job, and their bass voices are very expressive, but they are quite similar. The Rubinator joins in, so as not to be left out, but doesn't put near the heart into it that Maka did.
That's the thing about life on the farm. The dynamics are constantly changing. Ya never know who will still be singing with ya.
We have had a bunch of rock stars in the past, but are a tad thin right now. In time we will have another Hallelujah Chorus.
The best i know to do is to continue to stop the presses when the symphony begins, and soak every note of it up into my heart and my brain. With luck i will hold it there for the rest of my days.
Heck. Guess that's the thing about life. Period.
My Boy turns 11 in a couple of hours.
It is going by so very fast.
Am trying not to miss a lick of it.
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