June 27th, 2009


that was different

It's hot inside (29 C or so) and nice outside (24 C), so I took my cello out on the deck to practice. I figured hey, it's late afternoon on Saturday, if there's any time it's going to be okay to practice outside it's right then. It's nice out there, three floors up and sheltered by a big elm tree, with a light breeze.

I was playing through the last three movements of the first Bach suite when I saw someone in the back lot downstairs looking up. I stopped playing and waved, expecting a complaint...

Instead, she explained that she wanted to come down and see where the cello playing was coming from, because she enjoyed listening and played piano herself. And as she's leaving she says --
Bach coming from the trees -- I love this neighbourhood!
Me too, me too.