The Colour of Spring

Well, riding high on the back of my last successful blog (joke) I’m in the mood for another song title. 

Unfortunately, the mood ain’t to good, what with Annick’s dad an’ all. One day hovering on the very edge of death itself, the next questioning our sanity at thinking him unwell. Yesterday he could not speak nor lift his hand nor open his eyes. I’m fully expecting him to be dancing around the room today.

Never a better time to listen to Mark Hollis and my favourite song of his, ‘The Colour of Spring’. This may not be to everyones taste (the music company producing the album said he must be nuts) but to me, it is utterly beautiful. Maybe the quietest, slowest music ever made.

The other thing to do at times like this, is to take the dogs for a walk. And why not? The countryside around here is bursting into colour.

Ooh, what an amazing coincidence.

The orchard’s flowers are just opening.

The weather changes daily, sometimes rain, sometimes peaceful morning sun…

and occasionally, that rare mix of the two:

That one I had seconds to capture. You don’t see that every day of the week.

Strange and stressful times. I’ll leave you with the words of Mark Hollis, one of very few musicians to give up a very successful music career, to spend time with his family. “I choose for my family. Maybe others are capable of doing it, but I can’t go on tour and be a good dad at the same time.”

“The Colour of Spring"

“Forget our fate”, the pedlar sings.
Set up to sell my soul, 
I’ve lived a life for wealth to bring.
And yet I’ll gaze at
The colour of spring,
Immerse in that one moment, 
Left in love with everything,
Soar the bridges that I burnt before,
One song among us all…