In the 1970s, I had in my possession a Broadway cast album of the musical “Baker Street.” Yes, THAT Baker Street, and, yes, there was a musical about Sherlock Holmes, based on Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s “A Scandal in Bohemia” and featuring a romance between Holmes and Irene Adler.
Why I owned this obscure LP is the real mystery. I did like reading mysteries, so maybe that’s why my mother — the greatest of all bargain hunters — bought the record for me or my older brother? My brother initiated me into the sleuthing world with the Hardy Boys, Nancy Drew, and Encyclopedia Brown; eventually, I graduated to Sherlock Holmes, Hercule Poirot, Father Brown, and the like. We found at least one use for “Baker Street”: an instrumental segment from “Finding Words for Spring” served as background music for our “radio” play, “Murder Man,” a long-term project. With our neighbors, my brother and I intermittently recorded the play on my parents’ tape recorder. (Before you get too impressed with our creativity, we borrowed the concept of the “Murder Man” play from an Encyclopedia Brown story.)
We loved mysteries, and we loved musicals: how could the album be anything but a hit? Devotees of Sherlock though we were, the songs seemed more laughable than laudable. Was it because we were kids? Maybe we were more discerning than I realized, if reviews of the album are to be believed. Did Broadway patrons agree with us? “Baker Street” hasn’t been revived yet, and, as far as I know, hasn’t been made into a film. The songs weren’t particularly catchy, and Inga Swenson’s rendition of “Finding Words for Spring” was the sort of soprano warbling that sent adolescents running in the opposite direction.
Even so, a fragment of this song floated into my thoughts as I admired the azaleas lining my driveway: “Finding words for spring / Is no easy thing.” Soon, I was flipping through my stash of LPs, but the album wasn’t there — which is just as well, since my turntable stopped working 10 years ago. Maybe my parents have the album? Thanks to YouTube, I was able to listen to “Finding Words for Spring,” as sung by Swenson, and a nostalgic rendering by songwriter Ray Jessel. Surprisingly, the song isn’t about spring or natural beauty; it’s about the difficulty of articulating romantic feelings:
Is no easy thing
Still, I’m sure I’d find a few.
What words could be right
To describe the night?
Somehow, I would find them, too.
Love’s sweet splendor?
The most tender words won’t do.
You must fall in love;
Then you’ll find that love
Will explain itself to you.
Should you want to praise
Lazy summer days,
I could find a phrase or two.
As for love, mere words —
They’ll just never, never do.
You must fall in love;
Then you’ll find that love
Will explain itself to you.
Did I misremember the song? The title “Finding Words for Spring” seemed to promise a song about the inexpressible freshness of spring — not a love song. Honestly, it may be more difficult to describe a landscape than to describe one’s love. At least you can use images from nature as symbols of love or of the loved one’s perfections. But how to depict with mere words the wonders of spring?
It has been a glorious spring here in North Carolina. Dogwood blossoms have graced my backyard with a snowy whiteness; daffodils, hyacinths, and tulips have added brilliant colors — yellows, blues, oranges, lilacs, reds — to the greening grass. The azaleas have flamed crimson and scarlet and so many shades of pink against an even greener background. Even my teenage daughter has remarked on the abundance of chlorophyll. Now the rhododendrons are coming into their own, with purply-pinks against glossy, dark-green leaves. Soon it will be time for the roses to fulfill their promise.
Whenever I get a free moment, I find myself rushing off for another stroll at the Biltmore Estate. We treated ourselves to season passes this year, partly because of the “Dressing Downton” exhibit that runs through May. There have been afternoons of pure happiness, riding bikes alongside the river, or hiking up a gentle slope to the house, or slowly strolling through the Azalea Garden. Meanwhile, our passes to the North Carolina Arboretum are good through September, so we can enjoy the beauty of spring blooms there as well.
Why am I even sitting at my computer, when I could be outdoors? Spring in the southern United States is beyond beautiful, especially in the early evening, which seems to be the time of most of our Biltmore jaunts.
So, if anyone has wondered why I’m not writing much, I would say, “It’s springtime, silly!” Alas, I am not a gardener myself, but I can enjoy the fruits of other people’s labors at the Biltmore and the Arboretum. I’m thankful that the people who built our house planted so many azaleas, rhododendrons, and dogwoods. Benign neglect has been our policy so far, with remarkably few ill effects.
With the end of the school year upon me, I am unlikely to blog much in the next month. I’m a slow starter, but I like to finish strongly. This is one homeschooling mom who kicks into gear in the second semester, and especially in the final months. “What? We’re not going to get through the one-year American history curriculum? Says who?” Fortunately, my youngest son likes history.
Look for me when it starts to get hot again. My blogging anniversary is coming up in June: I cannot remain inactive until then. And I still have Doug’s challenge to fulfill: five stories about five photos in five days. Can it wait til spring is over?
For now, I’m off on a final April expedition. (Or not. Now it’s raining. The other side of spring.)
It is funny how the darker, menacing, portended fall days and even the approach of winter can make one happy to remember spring. You live in a prime spot for color all year long. Can you imagine having such a colorbox with all those ‘unbreakable’ colors?
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Yes, the colors of spring are amazing, especially after the grey, white, brown, and black of winter. But even winter, if mostly devoid of color, has its austere beauty.
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Fabulous vistas and scenery.
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Thank you! Spring seems a distant memory (of course, I stopped blogging for a while, so this was 2015).
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I concur. Sherlock Holmes rulz. xD
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Amazing pictures!
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Thank you! I am afraid I’ve been inactive on my blog for the past few months: this is a busy season of life for me. But I appreciate your taking time to read and comment.
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🙂 most welcome!
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That’s a great way to put it, Barb!
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I thought to myself, get a grip what beauty exists . I stay in day after day at this computer treapped , arg even to comtemplate the beauty shared. loved barb
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Thanks for reading, Barb! Lately, I am having the opposite problem: I’ve had time to admire the beauties of nature but not time to write about them or share photos. . . . I find myself at one extreme or the other!
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betty to feed your soul, then u can feed others.
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I agree, Aprill! At the Biltmore, they’d probably charge extra for the boat — although they do let you bring in bikes for no extra charge. They employ a lot of folks in the area, so I’m not complaining. 🙂
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Awesome! Great pictures! Now I want that boat. Or at least be in it.
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Who indeed has an easy time describing Spring? Though many a poet has tried! Perhaps the writer of the lyrics to “Finding Words for Spring” also knew this….
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Yes, I’m sure you are right: another Broadway song that has been running thru my head is “If Ever I Would Leave You” (“Camelot”).
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🙂 Another oddly phrased song, since the singer/writer admits they would never leave their love in any season. Spring usually has me thinking about “Singing In the Rain”….
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Beautiful flowers and blooming trees. You are right that song is a little strange. 🙂
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Thanks, Deborah: well, the song isn’t about spring, so it didn’t suit my purposes. I will admit that the first few lines stayed in my head for a few days after writing this. It must take a lot of courage to write a musical.
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Yes it would take courage to write a musical. It was interesting the hear there was a musical written about Sherlock Holmes. One of my favorite characters. 🙂
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Love the flower photos! We traded seeing the azaleas and dogwoods blooming at home in Georgia for a chance to see the Texas bluebonnets.
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Well, it’s not every day you can take photos of a chuck wagon race! You made a good trade, I think. Some day, I’d like to get back to Texas (my grandparents lived in Houston for a while): I’m guessing spring is a better time to visit than summer.
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Great photos of the Biltmore! Thanks so much for sharing, Sandi. 🙂
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Thanks for reading, Mary! I keep forgetting to bring my “real” camera to the Biltmore, but the weather has been so perfect, esp. In the late afternoon.
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You are welcome, Sandi! Well, the shots you got were beautiful. Keep it up!
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