365 Nature – Day 80
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On this, the first day of spring, Vivaldi’s The Four Seasons jumps into my head. It’s by far one of my favorite pieces of classical music and I’ve watched it performed a few times. Without a doubt, the most memorable experience was seeing it performed in Prague. I was tired from travel and walking and packing so much into each day that by the evening I couldn’t have escaped the walking dead. But we bought tickets for a performance at Prague Castle in St. George’s Basilica, a narrow building constructed of cold stone. The Prague Castle description: “The interior of the basilica is Romanesque, austere and monumental. The tombs of members of the ruling Premyslid dynasty are situated in the main nave. One of them belongs to prince Vratislav, father of St. Wenceslas.”
It was over the crypt the performers sat, framed by the crumbling stones and faded paintings where they launched into The Four Seasons. The hard cold benches and matching walls were an unlikely setting for music which embodies the senses of the outdoors. As the music described summer, “beneath the blazing sun’s relentless heat, men and flocks are sweltering, pines are scorched”, we sat cold and tired, but yet transported to another season.
Vivaldi wrote sonnets for The Four Seasons and below is the sonnet for Spring.
Springtime is upon us.
The birds celebrate her return with festive song,
and murmuring streams are softly caressed by the breezes.
Thunderstorms, those heralds of Spring, roar, casting their dark mantle over heaven,
Then they die away to silence, and the birds take up their charming songs once more.
On the flower-strewn meadow, with leafy branches rustling overhead, the goat-herd sleeps, his faithful dog beside him.
Led by the festive sound of rustic bagpipes, nymphs and shepherds lightly dance beneath the brilliant canopy of spring.
Kelly has a certificate from the University of Washington in non-fiction writing. She continually takes classes and attends talks on various natural history topics. In 2009 she earned a bachelors degree in landscape architecture from the University of Oregon.
She's also an avid photographer focusing on the natural world.
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