Soon, in February, we will sow seeds and hopefully sing songs. The daylight shining at Holly Hill Farm and gardens everywhere from Abington to Boston is only increasing. Even on a cloudy day, the sun will not set until after 5 pm. That means more daylight for more outdoor work and a chance to hear, sing and hum along to music, wherever and however you may choose to bring it in or ring it out. Let the music play.
After attending the Blue Boat Coffee House at the Unitarian Church in Scituate, I put on an old George Shearing vinyl record, one that spins around under a plastic cover, like a table that turns. I am reminded of my Uncle Bill’s large sideboard, that was devoted to a victrola, which would play many a record during a Sunday supper. I imagine many people can point to musical connection, from a car radio, a cassette tape or a recent Spotify playlist that one had to download.
Just like food memories that are personal and hopefully connected to a garden, a farmer on Saturday morning, or a meal cooked by a thoughtful parent or relative, music is full of memory and appeals to the senses. In this case, it is the ears that pull in the sounds, the body that retains the rhythm and the beat and the mind that may remember the words.
The time on the Farm or in the garden, are meant to bring new memories to kids or inspire adults to be connected to their food, if not take part in the growing. Adults newly excited to gardening and growing attended a workshop on the Farm to think about seeds and plan for a new year.
The Holly Hill Farmers, some of them musicians too, are preparing their large orchestration of seed growing from germination chamber to heat pad to well-warmed greenhouse space. Jasmin is quite the conductor, taking the true meaning from the latin ducere, to lead, and guiding these 40,000 seedlings towards maturity and fruition. It is a concert worth attending and listening to, as the seed sowers will often be heard playing some hip hop or classical strings from the 1800’s or early 2000s.
Play farmer maestro as we dream of songs with good lyrics and plants with good leaves and colorful flowers. So play on, you Scitaute and Hanover youth, also the quiet residential performers who have hidden talents, as you share original songs and ones worth covering. For the music will help the seeds emerge from the cold soil.
The music played on a speaker or streaming into a pair of earbuds will encourage the farmer to dance a bit and encourage a spring in their step as they daily attend to the seeds and wait for the soil outside to warm for peas, kale and spinach.
The music can help drown out the nonsense noise of words spoken in defense of cruel men and let’s listen to the songbird tweet their returning tunes rather than the tweets of a self-obsessed someone who prefers to hear himself rather than the musical tunes of creative souls.
Music can heal us and drown out the cacophony of these troubled times. So find an album, a round record or rectangle to rectangle, and sing, sing a song for seeds, for food and for comfort.
Listen to the music as the figure skaters move on the Koren ice. Listen to music from the mountain state or from my land to your land. Sing for the seedlings and plants who nourish our soul and put a song in our heart.