It’s lambing season here in the mid-Atlantic, and yesterday afternoon a couple of dozen little lambs were making all sorts of noise at the Mount Vernon Estate, including this fellow.
It’s probably no coincidence that Passover falls during the time of the lambs. I was reminded of John Tavener’s interesting treatment of William Blake’s poem The Lamb, the gentler half of a pair of poems, the other being The Tyger. Tavener gives “contrary motion” in voice leading a most literal interpretation here.