Tomorrow I shall take the dulcimer out of its case, dust it and tune it. I shall probably gaze at the beauty of it before I put it across my lap and really begin to take the playing of it seriously. For too long I have had a dulcimer that one day I would learn to play.
I shall find my flute and polish it, practice some jigs and reels and try to find that connection that I once had with the instrument.
I shall take the lid off the sheet music box and find all my favourite songs. It is time to sing again. Time for the music to return, to dance to the rhythms of Summer before the harvest begins.