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 . . .