Tuesday, August 14, 2012

A Summer Place

Even the most casual reader of this blog can attest to my admiration for Barbra Streisand.  Her magnificent, soaring vocals have frequently been spotlighted on these pages.  Way back in 1975, she released an album entitled Lazy Afternoon.  The title song, a dreamy ballad about time spent in a magical outdoor place, captured my imagination.  Here, I’ll let her tell you about it . . .

It's a lazy afternoon
And the beetle bugs are zooming
And the tulip trees are blooming
And there's not another human in view
But us two
It's a lazy afternoon
And the farmer leaves his reaping
And the meadow cows are sleeping
And the speckled trout stops leaping up stream
As we dream
A far pink cloud hangs over the hill
 Unfolding like a rose
 If you hold my hand and sit real still
You can hear the grass as it grows
It's a hazy afternoon
And I know a place that's quiet
 Except for daisies running riot
And there's no one passing by it to see
Come spend this lazy afternoon with me

Someday I was going to create my own Enchanted Garden where I could while away many a “lazy afternoon.”  It’s taken a few years, but my special spot is well on its way and I’d like nothing more than to share it with you . . .

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