drop.

a long while ago when i was organizing my studio, i was placing vintage letter blocks together for inspiration on my shelves and happened upon this beautiful little phrase.

drop like rain.

i love rain. like jane austen did. when i married, it was a beautiful sign to me when it rained during our indoor ceremony.

last weekend, while visiting my grandfather's home in the country - a spiritually rooted home of my heart, i discovered a book tucked away on a bookshelf in an upstairs room. my late grandmother loved books almost as much as me. this book i discovered had been given to her several years ago from a friend whose mother had passed.



the Heman's Reader for Female Schools. copyright.1847

my grandmother's copy is well worn, damaged with mildew and stains. a definite magnet for my vintage loving soul. as i skimmed the table of contents, i looked for a short chapter to read as it was late and my eyes were heavy with sleep. i found Unwritten Music by N.P. Willis. page 167 precisely.



Willis is describing in beautiful detail the sounds of nature during the seasons. when i came to the transition of winter into spring - this is what struck me:

"...You would hardly look for music in the dreariness of early winter. But, before the keener frosts set in, and while the warm winds are yet stealing back occasionally, like regrets of the departed summer, there will come a soft rain or a heavy mist, and when the north wind returns, there will be drops suspended like ear-ring jewels between the filaments of the cedar tassels, and in the feathery edges of the dark green hemlocks, and, if the clearing up is not followed by the heavy wind, they will all be frozen in their places like well set gems. The next morning, the warm sun comes out, and, by the middle of the calm, dazzling forenoon, they are all loosened from the close touch which sustained them, and they will drop at the lightest motion. If you go along upon the south side of the wood at that hour, you will hear music. The dry foliage of the summer's shedding is scattered over the ground, and the round, hard drops ring out clearly and distinctly, as they are shaken down with the stirring of the breeze. It is something like the running of deep and rapid water, only more fitful and merrier; but to one who goes out in nature with his heart open it is a pleasant music, and, in contrast with the stern character of the season, delightful." ~N.P. Willis

drop like rain.

isn't this magical? and beautiful?

and i will share more about this wee phrase a little later, as i'm sure your eyes are well worn with reading these many words that i've just scattered onto this blogpage.

xo