"OH, YOU CAN'T HELP THAT," SAID THE CAT, "WE'RE ALL MAD HERE."
--Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland

Saturday, June 2, 2018

They filled up the parking lot at the church last Saturday night. Keoni, Peter, and Seth now have a following for their BLT (Bolding, Lockman, Trumbore) concerts they put together when all three are back in town at the same time. Once again, they put together a great evening of music.

Wendy made the flyer. Keoni posted it on Facebook. The church put it in the bulletin, news letter, and news releases.



It was fun to see them rehearsing the day before when I was at the church for a meeting. I stopped afterward to listen and watch them.


Saturday night they were a little more formal...

Keoni Bolding, violin; Seth Trombone, piano; Peter Lockman, cello.
Shoutout to Church of the Holy Spirit: Thank you, for such a wonderful music program that effectively supports and brings together amazing music and musicians for us all to enjoy.

I wish that this blog supported audio so you could hear these young men doing what they do best. Alas, recordings don't upload on blogger; or, I should say, it's a complicated, app-heavy workaround that so far I can't bring myself to trust. If I get over being mad at Facebook, I'll upload it there but, thus far, can't persuade myself to do so.

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Now it is Saturday, again. I got wrapped up in finding a way (unsuccessfully) to upload the audio file and, in the meantime, a burst of warm wet weather caused Marge's garden to surge into full bloom.

The Lilies of the Valley came and went so fast I nearly missed them altogether.




Early morning rain.




I've tried and failed to capture the occupants coming and going in the birdhouse. The first time I've seen a couple move in.






John shared a panoramic he did over behind the farm.

Next to Bubba's Pot Belly Stove Restaurant parking lot.

Blooms on backyard bush. Neither Marge nor I do names very well.
Still to come are tiger lilies.

I ran out of these but wanted you to know that they are the grits by which all other grits must be compared. Marge brought them home for me when she returned from Charleston this spring.




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