Dancing keys while tadpoles play
As spring sets in with a passion the keys disengage, shifting around the keyboard, layering, falling, overlapping, confusing their purpose, reverting to surface.
Meanwhile, millions of toad-poles (my daughter’s name for toad tadpoles) have made themselves at home along the edges of the pond, while in the middle areas, the water lilies emerge and expand, quickly providing an enveloping blanket for the roaming piano lid.
In other news, the greylag geese have again nested on the island. We have three goslings parading around and growing fast. Also, the piano has received a bench - one of several lovingly restored by my husband’s father.
