My friend and neighbor, Natasha, whom I mentioned in a previous post (Tessie’s person), brought joy to the neighborhood today with her chamber group. They have been playing music together for 30 years. It’s a classical chamber group, which consists of a cellist (Natasha), two violinists, and violist.
We neighbors set up our chairs at acceptable distances from one another, close enough to chat between pieces, but far enough to feel safe from stray coughs or sneezes (none of which I heard). One family spread out on their lawn across the street, and several others settled themselves on the curb. Three brothers would pause for a few minutes at a time to watch before doing another lap around the block on their bicycles. Couples running and walking by stopped in delight and stayed awhile; cars driving through slowed and indulged in a few bars of music before heading on their way. The FedEx man paused long enough for a smile to spread across his face before hopping back in his truck.
Natasha had said they would play for a half hour, but an hour and a half had gone by before the last notes of Haydn floated away on the breeze.
My Corner of the Village 