On a dismal, Lush Places Slush-Places-type-of-day, I should have played Misty for the Sound of Music Through The Square Window.
I didn’t, having made my choice earlier this morning when the wind was blowing through the treetops, threatening to turn over any cradle that had been carelessly placed there. (Were cradles ever put in tree boughs to rock? They can’t have, can they? How lazy and reckless is that.)
I chose Windy by The Association, a lovely bit of sunshine pop that came out in the summer of 1967 when I was five.
Oh for the carefree days of the 1960s.
Still, we have much for which to be thankful. The sun rises each morning, the birds still sing, the dogs’ love is unconditional and my Shed of Dreams is the perfect little haven from stormy weather.
I had thought of pulling the plug on The Sound of Music Through The Square Window this time around, with just a few of us waving at each other from our windows and a solitary villager standing outside the phone box waiting for Julie Andrews to burst forth.
And then I had a request for a song from the most unlikely of people. When it came on, he strolled down the village green to listen to the tail end of it after hearing the song from his garden.
Today, I received a handwritten thank you card from a lady who missed The Sound of Music Through The Square Window during the first lockdown because she was away nursing her daughter.
‘I had been told of this wonderful music sound coming from your home,’ she wrote.
‘Today for the first time I experienced this sound booming over our village. Wonderful. What joy and lift it gave me. Thank you.
‘We are all experiencing dark, sad times and circumstances. This music is just the ticket to some relief.
‘If you are able, please keep it up. You will have my attention each day at 1pm. Thank you.’
So I think I’ll carry on until the end of this lockdown.
Love, Maddie x