For all those who feel a little lost right now… maybe you just haven’t found your Peter Pan yet.
Tuneful Tuesday Week 93: “Bloom’n’Grow Forever!”
It’s mother’s day week at Bloom’n’Grow Florist. Time to hunker down, endure some sleepless nights, and make thousands of moms happy! In honor of all of our hard work, here is Bloom’n’Grow’s namesake song. 🌸
Tuneful Tuesday Week 92: Detour
It’s my wonderful, crazy, silly, fun-loving mom’s birthday today. So, today my Tuneful Tuesday is a duet of sorts in honor of the woman who taught me that it’s ok to sing terribly—as long as you’re having fun doing it. This was a song my great-grandmother taught my mom and then my mom taught it to me. I don’t know why; but, it’s become a bit like our family’s anthem. So, this one is for you mom. Thanks for always being there for me through all of life’s detours.
#ihaveamastersinvoice #idontusuallysinglikethis #singingbadlyisfuntoo
Tuneful Tuesday Week 91: Landslide
As I’m starting to recover from my annual sinus infection (yay allergies!), one of my students said I sounded like Stevie Nicks with my low, raspy voice; so, I give you my favorite Fleetwood Mac song, Landslide.
When I was about 8 years old, I used to sit on my tree swing and sing this song at the top of my lungs. There was just something about this song that spoke to me. I would sing it over and over and over. One time our neighbor even came out of his house and clapped for me. 😉 I haven’t sung this song for at least a decade and it still brings back the feelings of nostalgia and beautiful melancholy.
Tuneful Tuesday Week 89: Candle on the Water
This is my favorite lesser-known Disney songs. This song truly spoke to me when I was a child and helped me to make it through the tumultuous tides of life.
Tuneful Tuesday Week 87: “Das Veilchen” by Mozart
A violet in the meadow stood,
with humble brow, demure and good,
it was the sweetest violet.
There came along a shepherdess
with youthful step and happiness,
who sang, who sang
along the way this song.
Oh! thought the violet, how I pine
for nature’s beauty to be mine,
if only for a moment.
for then my love might notice me
and on her bosom fasten me,
I wish, I wish
if but a moment long.
But, cruel fate! The maiden came,
without a glance or care for him,
she trampled down the violet.
He sank and died, but happily:
and so I die then let me die
for her, for her,
beneath her darling feet
Poor little violet.
It was the sweetest violet.
Tuneful Tuesday Week 85: The Parting Glass
St. Patrick’s Day is right around the corner and this is one of my favorite Irish tunes. The mixture of melancholy and nostalgia really speaks to my heart.