This talk of the accordian brings a beautiful little story that I must tell.
My sister and all her children live on our property temporarily, we share this land and work this land. It is five acres, mostly cleared. Our family is a very talented family, each one of us has very special talents, this ranges from musicians to artists of many different specialties.
Each member of my sisters family plays a musical instrument, mostly guitars, but along with that goes the accordian.
I work outside most of my life (I have a plaque given to me that tells me so)....the plaque says "I live in the garden but I sleep in the house", hee hee. So I spent most of my life listening, I am a great listener, to people, nature, anything that needs an ear to listen, I will.
One day I was working outside near the apiary, weeding, that is my favourite passtime. This is a time of thought, I can spend hours weeding, thinking, listening......and listening. I hear so many beautiful things (and see these too). Many, many times I thank my lucky stars that I am so fortunate that have this wonderful gift, the gift of patience to be outside, enjoying life, even when I am doing something that would be so mundane to so many people as weeding. I have been given the gift of sight and hearing.....this I will never forget.
Eeeks, got caught up in a thought. I was going to tell a story about some beautiful sounds that took me back many many years to when my Father would play the accordian to us as little children.
As I think I was telling about, I was outside weeding by the apiary (oops, now I do think I am repeating myself). Off in the distance I can hear very quiet music, it sounds like an accordian....nope....no one is outside. I am still kneeling, weeding, and this sound becomes more beautiful by the moment, the wind must be blowing because I get drifts of this melancholy sound becoming louder, quieter, slowly louder and more quiet.
Now I need to know who is making this beautiful music and of to an adventure I travel. I walk along past the bees, along to the conifers that are back further and look. Way down at the end of the property beside the huge pile of stumps and old trees that have been there since the land was cleared. We had our land cleared to make way for farming.
I see my Sister's step son. He has come from Chile to live with her and his Father for some time. He is also musically talented and plays many instruments. I see him standing near the wood pile, playing the accordian. He had never seen an accordian before in his life and when he saw it he wanted to learn to play, and he taught himself to play. It was he, the one that made this beautiful music float through the trees, drifting along the wind, finding my ears that are always to willing to listen.
He brought a beautiful smile to my face that day. He goes many times off into the back of the property to play this beautiful instrument, and the sounds are one of the prettiest that I know of. The accordian can pump out music that is very loud, and playing way off within the trees is a perfect place to let this beautiful instrument shine in all its glory. Yes, one day I will be doing that playing off in the back of the land. Have a wonderful and beautiful day in our life. Cindi