Today I move my wind chimes outside. This I do knowing full well that they may still be snowed on a time or two before the nice weather comes to stay for a while. It is snowing right now in my yard. I live on top of a mountain so spring comes a bit later for me but I can’t wait any longer.
I love the sound of the chimes and gongs and have missed their discordant music all winter long. The heavy long metal tube chime with it’s deeper gong like sound. The light clacking hollow sounds of the bamboo. The tinkle of the brass bell chime. And all the others filling in the other notes and noises in the breezes. Metal, Glass, Stone, Wood, and pottery. There are also shards of broken things that had an interesting sound when strung up with a clacker to bump into each other when the wind comes to play.
Each wind chime on it’s own hook hanging outside my kitchen door. As they are placed in their yearly place of honor, hanging from the ash tree, they are checked for damage and fixed if possible. A new clacker string or a bit of wire to hold something back in place. Some do not make it, their cording rotted away and their pieces are taken to be replacement parts for others that have seen the ravages of time. So interspersed with the newer chimes are the miss-mash of the reclaimed.
I remember the person that had given it to me or the occasion it was received. Remembering time spent in finding the right placement for a unique sound or look that didn‘t survive another year. They are important to me not just because I like the sounds but because of the memories that they invoke also.
Today the music of my wind chimes will be back at my house. Can you hear the love floating in the air?