Spring has sprung, the grass is riz
I wonder where the birdies is
You’ve heard the bird is on the wing
We sing the wing is on the bird…
Ah Spring is here and Festival Season has begun. There was Neffa, dear old Neffa, so much like a Disneyworld for real people, with outdoor jamming and Morris teams jingling, indoor workshops and concerts and crafts and dancing dancing dancing. Delicious world food and good looking young people in colorful costumes everywhere – it is just about the most fun to be had in and around a Highschool building.
Our 29th annual Dulcimer Festival at the Blacksmith House had good weather, too, so we could set some of it up outside, beneath the iron image of a spreading chestnut tree recalling the famous poem. There was jamming – which is a regular feature of anything we organize – and workshops all day Saturday. On the Sunday, as part of the Harvard Square Mayfair, was our usual instrument petting zoo cum family concert. One very little girl got up and danced to our first tune, accepting the audience’s applause at the end with a modest and graceful bow.
Banjo Camp last week-end was heaven-on-Earth, as always, there’s a wedding next week (Lorraine wrote the Bridal March and it is lovely), in June the UMB Guitar Clinic and Concert, a concert in N.Falmouth and the Collegium at the end of the month for Lorraine, SAMW I in July, August Dulcimer Daze and SAMW II in August. I can’t think any farther ahead or in any greater detail right now…