In the Woods and Nearby
The grounds at the Claymont Mansion this weekend. It was wonderful to walk through the woods between the mansion and the barn where we danced during the East Coast Contact Improv Jam.
The grounds at the Claymont Mansion this weekend. It was wonderful to walk through the woods between the mansion and the barn where we danced during the East Coast Contact Improv Jam.
A neighbor who lives in the top floor of the building across the street, and thus has a spectacular view of the maples in front of my house writes:
“The buds on your tree are more numerous than yesterday, and more visibly that color that Joni Mitchell sang about: “just a little green, like the color when the spring is born...” And we’re getting a good, soaking rain. Happy Spring!”
I have heard the song so many times, I do not need to look it up, except to share both with those for whom it is not part of an intimate map of a long ago period and with those for whom it is and who will have, by just seeing the words (and even more so by listening), some upsurge of memories and a revelation of the miraculous play of consciousness.