“Ladies of the Bayside Singers”
As I worked in the garden yesterday, I listened to beautiful music – not through an i-pod or other electronic device, but gorgeous live music. It was coming from the church and filling the quiet of the afternoon with the voices of angels.
After a while a car full of tourists drove up. They oohed and aahed over the ‘wild’ (actually, Dorothy Perkins) roses on the churchyard fence and speculated that the Chinookan ‘Tsako-te-hahsh-eetl’ sign above our gate was probably Romanian. Then they split up, two of them walking down the lane and two going into the church.
When they regrouped a few minutes later, the couple who had been in the church wouldn’t let the others get a word in edgewise. “We sat and listened to the concert,” they said. “It was absolutely beautiful! You have never heard such voices! I wonder where they came from?”
At that point, I couldn’t stand it. I had to emerge from my thicket of lilies and dahlias and strike up a conversation with these enthusiastic folks. “They are from here,” I said, “…from the Peninsula. They are rehearsing for our Sunday Vesper service.”
“You have Sunday services here?” they asked eagerly. And I went on to tell them summer Sundays only, at 3:00, come if they could… While I was at it, I explained about the roses and the sign above our porch. They were from Southern California and… Pe Ell. Go figure.
Then I nipped into the church to take a few pictures. I was actually in time to get the “Ladies of the Bayside Singers,” directed by Barbara Poulshock, as well as a second group, “Potpourri Singers,” directed by Sandy Nielson. The “Ladies” are scheduled for this coming Sunday and “Poutpourri” (also ladies) for August 26th.
I’m sure I’ll be there for both performances. As wonderful as it is to listen from the garden, up close and personal is even better!