I wish I knew a song that was a prayer for rain. Southern Calfornia really really needs a downpour.

*HUGS* to Pilar and Julz and everyone caught down in the firestorm!!!! I hope the fire gets under control ASAP!




Dumbledore is gay! Yeah! Whoohoo to JKR! I was pretty sure of that after reading DH, but it was deftly handled.

I know no one is listening, but I love this song. It's an old traditional "drinking song". The sound had Alex chirping in the background, but ah well.


ALL AMONG THE BARLEY

Now is come September, the hunter's moon begun
And through the wheaten stubble is heard the frequent gun
The leaves are pale and yellow, and kindling into red
And the ripe and bearded barley is hanging down its head

All among the barley, who would not be blithe
When the ripe and bearded barley is smiling on the scythe

The spring is like a young man who does not know his mind
The summer is a tyrant of most ungracious kind
The autumn's like an old friend, who loves one all she can
And she brings the bearded barley to glad the heart of man

The wheat is like a rich man, it's sleek and well-to-do
The oats are like a pack of girls, laughing and dancing too
The rye is like a miser, it's sulky, lean, and small
And the ripe and bearded barley is monarch of them all

Now is come September, the hunter's moon begun
And through the wheaten stubble is heard the frequent gun
The leaves are pale and yellow, and kindling into red
And the ripe and bearded barley is hanging down its head