Naturally, anyone who read the part about the Heavenly Father being more agreeable than any vegetable would be confused — if they had not read the earlier post. And why should they have? Later posts appear before the earlier posts. Naturally, anyone reading about heavenly vegetables would just give up, not continue eagerly to the earlier post to see what I was talking about.

Here’s the explanation: #2 daughter is working on a song. It happens to be a tenor aria, sung in the opera Xerxes by the king to a tree. He assures the tree that its shade is the most pleasant, and that it is the most agreeable vegetable he knows. What was in Handel’s mind as he was writing this we can but guess.

The tune that Handel wrote for these words is one of the loveliest melodies around. You have heard it in car commercials, probably. It is usually known as “Handel’s Largo,” even though he clearly marked it “larghetto” and you can listen to it by clicking about halfway down this page: http://www.parlorsongs.com/issues/2001-12/thismonth/featurea.asp

Now, #2 daughter is coming home to visit next weekend, and has been asked to sing a solo in church. She wants to sing this song, but felt somewhat hampered by the fact that it is a love song to a tree. Having seen it somewhere with words in English, and in fact religious words, she asked me to find her a setting she could sing in church.

I was not immediately successful. I found a number of references to sacred texts for the tune (including the one on the page I linked you to), but could not find the actual lyrics. Fortunately, my excellent choir director came to the rescue, found a setting called “Holy Art Thou,” and sent it off to #2 daughter, so all is well. She will not have to sing to God, the heavenly vegetable.

Now you know.

In fiber news, I have received the cotton/linen blend Morroco. It is not soft, but it doesn’t need to be since I am going to use it for the bathmat from Simple Knits for Elegant Living. At Christmas, I made people on my list some of the other pieces of the bath ensemble from that book (see below left) and now it is my turn. The timing is perfect, as well. Those of us who do the HGP are spring cleaning and fixing up our houses one room at a time, and next week is the week for the master bath.

 The only bad thing is that this yarn is distinctly not cobalt blue, the color I had set my heart on. Never mind, I have spent too much time already on my search for the perfect yarn for this project, and I have nothing else I could sensibly make from this yarn. It will have to do. And let it be a reminder to us all that we cannot rely on the apparent color of things on our computers.

I will make the bathmat from the Moon Blue, and use the Raisin to make the rest of the ensemble.

By the way, the nice lady at my Local Yarn Shop (who had no Morocco) told me that it is featured in a beautiful sweater in a new knitting magazine — though which one it was escapes me. I don’t think I would want a sweater from this, but I will keep you posted in case you are considering it.

#2 daughter’s visit was not quick enough to save me from humiliation. The director suddenly (suddenly? right there on page 36, where it belongs) asked me to sing my Buck solo, and I was a brat and refused, saying I was not ready. “We practiced it!” he said. “That doesn’t mean I know it,” said I, brattily. We had to skip it — as well as the baritone solo that makes up the second half of that section, for which the baritone was doubtless ready. I felt bad about this almost immediately and am still feeling bad. I intend to blame it on the accumulated sleep deprivation of the week.