My Mother and my Mother’s family were always a musical group. Momma didn’t really play the piano, she more or less played at the piano, her Aunt Lois Did Play and very well. (She was a music teacher for an Idaho school system all her working life), my grandfather played the guitar, his brother played the fiddle, Momma’s Uncle Henry played the Cornet, and my brother played (and still plays the guitar).
My point to all of this is we grew up with music in our every day lives—and we grew up with a radio playing songs. (And we all sang with them…even off key!)
This morning is beautiful here! A perfect song of a day. (Suddenly) thinking about the day I remembered an old song In the Good Old Summer Time… Momma would sometimes sing this to my brother and I as we made our beds in the morning, or if we were walking down to our Grandparents in the evening.
Sometimes, while playing outside, we could hear Momma burst into song, singing her way through the day.
For some reason this song is running though my thoughts today:
There’s a time in each year
That we always hold dear,
Good old summer time;
With the birds and the trees-es
,And sweet scented breezes,
Good old summer time,
When you day’s work is over
Then you are in clover,
And life is one beautiful rhyme
,No trouble annoying,
Each one is enjoying,
The good old summer time.
Of course there are more verses, but this says enough.
Today is a day they write songs about!
Your friend,
Linda
Life on a Colorado Farm 
i hum a lot. sometimes whistle. i do sing silly songs to the dogs now and then. 🙂
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My mother sang to us as kids also. At night it was, the man in the moon is a cowboy.
Love the hollyhock! They are so pretty.
Cheri
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All your beautiful flowers are shades of pink except for the hollyhock. Are they blooming now or are they pics from a previous season ? I learned to play the piano and the guitar as an adult but am rusty now. I also have a native American flute and small drum. I am trying to learn them by videos especially since we have the Nez Perce tribes locally and I live on their previous lands. Way back when they sold these lands to the government and then to the public. Its beautiful outside here too !
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Perfect day for that perfect song. Enjoy!
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That hit the nail on the head! We’re so hungry for summer vacation. Just a few more days, then off we go!! Thank you so much for all the flowers!
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Your summer flowers are gorgeous. We didn’t have a lot of musical talent but my brother and cousins and I had a good time playing our guitars, kazoos, ukuleles, drums and whatever to serenade our neighbors during summer nights. It was a lot more fun than video games.
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Wonderful post, Linda! My Mom used to play piano in the evenings after dinner, and my Dad, brother and I would sing…we’d choose things out of the old green Readers’ Digest songbook and it could go for hours…Such lovely memories!
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I can almost smell those roses!
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Beautiful memories; beautiful post!
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It was sooooo nice today.
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Oh now you have given me an ‘earworm’ and lots of fun memories. We might be the last generation to remember these songs! I’m pretty sure my kids don’t know it.
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Beautiful pictures of beautiful flowers. I live for summer. My favorite time of the year. Wish it would last all year, but then there would be a million people here, too. (sigh). So I relish the two months of summer and bask in every day of it.
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beautiful flowers … beautiful words! Thanks Linda!
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Linda, your flowers are just gorgeous!! And thanks for the song…now can’t get it out of my head!
Blessings!
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I really miss people singing just for fun–in tune or not. My mom sang as she worked through her day. On of my favorite memories of her. Love your flowers and the big fat bumble bee.
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