Margaret loved music and poetry.

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Pied Beauty

Glory be to God for dappled things —
For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow;
For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;
Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches' wings;
Landscape plotted and pieced — fold, fallow, and plough;
And áll trádes, their gear and tackle and trim.

All things counter, original, spare, strange;
Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)
With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim;
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change:
Praise him.

Gerard Manley Hopkins 

November 24 - November 30th

Here are some songs we’ve been playing for mum.

They’re lullabies, because they’re peaceful, and they’re also songs she sang to us.

This next, because I loved to hear mum practice as I was going to sleep.

These are a few. I’ll add more later. If you are remembering songs mum loved, I will collect them.

And then, I kept playing mum’s lullabyes to us, for myself. These were for St. Andrew’s Day, November 30th.