I had yesterday my first ‘regular’ Saturday in some time.
Samson was determined to get up at 6 a.m., so we did. He barks like he needs to go outdoors, but then he stands at his food bowl waiting for breakfast, so I think I know what he really wants. And it’s not to urinate!
Sam really goes after the Kirkland brand turkey and vegetable canned food. He devours a can of it every day. And the noises that dog makes . . . he sounds like a soundtrack for some kill by a pack of wild, malnourished wolves.
Are all wolves wild? Hmmmm.
Anyhow, I used the morning to plant flowers–dianthus, marigolds, coleus–in the various back-yard containers. I had already planted the begonias in the shaded front planters yesterday. And I pulled up some big clumps of Lysimachia nummularia (creeping Jenny) and moved them to the front planters as well. I’ll do the same out back when I finish potting things there.
The lilac is in full bloom. Tulips and daffodils are long gone now, but the hyacinths are hanging on. My one French lavender plant has come back strong as well, and of course the peonies are tall and proud and will bloom, as usual each year, somewhere around Commencement and Mothers Day.
Sadly, as I mentioned yesterday, my neighbors on either side have allowed their yards to turn into dandelion plantations. I shall be fighting the good fight all season.
My usual housekeeper is indisposed right now, so I took a big swipe at the floors and some dusting on Saturday. And ran a load of laundry. By 9 a.m., all of this done, I’m blogging, and thinking of ironing some shirts that need attention.
Later today comes four voice lessons and a new-student audition. The evening is taken with Webster University Opera Scenes, and then the end of the dance recital in the adjacent building.
The bills are paid. And life is whole and good.
On Friday evening I attended the Saint Louis Symphony Orchestra to witness a live performance of Rachmaninoff’s Piano Concerto in D minor, played by Simon Trpčeski and conducted by Vasily Petrenko. These two have together recorded all four Rachmaninoff concertos, and their chemistry and agreement was obvious and genuine. One had the sense they enjoyed working together too.
The soloist certainly brought forward the bombast and bravado of the work, but gave us some mercurial changes of mood and some truly delicate moments that made the work even deeper and more powerful than the usual bang-the-crap-out-of-the-piano approach. Petrenko, tall and slender and sometimes just a bit precious in his gestures, found nuances in the score that I’d never heard, like the macabre sound of muted horns, and some lovely woody clarinet/horn duets. SLSO under his direction sounded crisp and lean, with occasional voluptuous moments in the second movement and that wonderful extended coda to end the concerto. The orchestra delivered on the darkness of the work, but they clearly relished the ultimate explosion of light and exhilaration that rounds out the concerto.
This performance wasn’t Horowitz or Bronfman. And I was grateful to hear Rach 3 new and fresh.
And one more note: our hometown orchestra is a prize gem. A treasure. A whomping good band that ranks with the best orchestras on the international scene today. Saint Louis is a dandy place to be for a lover of orchestral music.