I don't know any maple songs unfortunately, but singing outside is also good, I'd say I've sung outside almost as much as I've sung inside, because I like to sing as I walk. One of my most cherished songs was taught to me by a friend, by the method of both of us singing it at the sea over & over until I learnt it. (It was Adieu Sweet Lovely Nancy)
More tiaras please! One of the best ones I made was out of fresh seaweed for a costume party. I sewed it together with needle & thread, I made a kelp circlet & stitched seaweeds onto it, it was very pretty. The seaweeds around here are pink, purple, & green as well as brown, & some are quite textural. At the party some people were like 'What's that smell?' I was like what do you mean, it's the literal best smell! Are you insulting my neighborhood!
Another time I made a garland of fresh waterlilies, I swam out into the dam to get them. I wore a pale green dress & they dripped all down it.
Another time I made a crown by stitching dried sea sponges onto ribbon. I have a drawing of that one, I'll go & get it & attach it below, hang on...
I love the idea of a fresh seaweed crown. I love the smell of seaweed personally, but I can see that it might be unexpected at a party. Pink and purple seaweed would be a dream.
I once also swam out into a lake to collect waterlilies for a headdress, funnily enough! In French waterlilies are called nénuphar so I called myself a nénuflapper as it really looked like a flapper headdress. (also I think nénuphar is fun to say)
This was gorgeous, as usual. What a gift to be able to write about nightmares and cortisol withdrawal so beautifully, and what a lucky tree to be serenaded. I shall definitely keep an eye out for field maple folk songs. Yes please to more tiaras and crowns and the like. I used to wear a cheap fancy dress shop tiara when I was a teenager, just in front of big back combed hair that changed colour every few months. It was not appreciated by my neighbours, one of whom asked "you think you're the fucking queen or something?"
I don't know any maple songs unfortunately, but singing outside is also good, I'd say I've sung outside almost as much as I've sung inside, because I like to sing as I walk. One of my most cherished songs was taught to me by a friend, by the method of both of us singing it at the sea over & over until I learnt it. (It was Adieu Sweet Lovely Nancy)
More tiaras please! One of the best ones I made was out of fresh seaweed for a costume party. I sewed it together with needle & thread, I made a kelp circlet & stitched seaweeds onto it, it was very pretty. The seaweeds around here are pink, purple, & green as well as brown, & some are quite textural. At the party some people were like 'What's that smell?' I was like what do you mean, it's the literal best smell! Are you insulting my neighborhood!
Another time I made a garland of fresh waterlilies, I swam out into the dam to get them. I wore a pale green dress & they dripped all down it.
Another time I made a crown by stitching dried sea sponges onto ribbon. I have a drawing of that one, I'll go & get it & attach it below, hang on...
I love the idea of a fresh seaweed crown. I love the smell of seaweed personally, but I can see that it might be unexpected at a party. Pink and purple seaweed would be a dream.
I once also swam out into a lake to collect waterlilies for a headdress, funnily enough! In French waterlilies are called nénuphar so I called myself a nénuflapper as it really looked like a flapper headdress. (also I think nénuphar is fun to say)
Waterlily twinning
I also like to sing to the sea. Playing flute to the sea might be a bad idea though (silver + salt water...) but I bet it would sound cool
You can see the drawing here, at the start of this essay about Isn’tness Theory: https://open.substack.com/pub/rosiewhinray/p/isntness-theory
This was gorgeous, as usual. What a gift to be able to write about nightmares and cortisol withdrawal so beautifully, and what a lucky tree to be serenaded. I shall definitely keep an eye out for field maple folk songs. Yes please to more tiaras and crowns and the like. I used to wear a cheap fancy dress shop tiara when I was a teenager, just in front of big back combed hair that changed colour every few months. It was not appreciated by my neighbours, one of whom asked "you think you're the fucking queen or something?"
that sounds like a strong look, I hope you informed your neighbour that you in fact were the fucking queen.
thank you for the very kind words. cortisol withdrawal is difficult and it's a balm of some sort to hear that someone enjoyed reading about it.
poetry lover wanna be a poetry pen pal?? this says it closes jan 28 but the form still worked for me....https://doitbetterish.com/poems?utm_source=substack&utm_medium=email