Auch kleine Dinge

The title of this post means "Also small things". It is a song by Hugo Wolf that a friend sang on her senior recital tonight. The poem basically talks about how small things can also delight us and be wonderful -- pearls, olives, and roses all fit the bill.

So did the recital, which was chock full of small, exquisite things, from K's dress (a chocolate brown with an asymmetric strap), to the little notes her accompanist rippled on the piano in the ending Gershwin set, to the expressiveness of K's eyes as she sang, to the creamy richness of her voice, to the lovely little German pieces on the program, to the coloratura she tripped through so perfectly in the Rossini "Laudamus te", to the warmth and excited applause of the small audience. (We were few in number because the program started at 9 pm, a casualty of a late lottery pick, I think. The performance halls here are so scarce that they hold a lottery for the students to choose their recital dates. Some people get lucky with a weekend afternoon or early evening time. Others, like K, end up with 9 pm on a Monday night in November.)

It was a wonderful evening.

And then I came home and finished some other small yet wonderful things:

Love those pomegranate seeds! (I do admit to cheating and using a picture from last week's pomegranate adventure. But that's probably more exciting anyway since it's the first fresh one I'd ever eaten.)

~Hope