Green, Green, Green They Say
The wave of green has reached the higher peaks of the southern mountains now, the canyons and corridors of leafery having becomeÂ the only view from all but a few open vistas along the Blue Ridge Parkway.
Yesterday’s Â performance by cooperative clouds at least offer a bit of sky character to this view from Tuggles Gap, adding white to blue and green–the color pallette of the next four months in southwest Virginia.
The source for the title of this post? Anyone?
Lyrics often come to mind when conjuring a post title because they still, for some reason, have a permanent apartmentÂ in some of my limited memory modules.
Musical memories persist, even after other long-term memory might have faded–hence the success at times of bringing a dementia patient back to themselves by playing “their music” to them.
Today’s post titleÂ is, of course for you age-enhanced fellow travelers, from the name of a song by the New Christy Minstrels–a song that peaked the charts in 1963.
The other green green song that comes to mind is less upbeat–one I used to sing and play on the guitar–the Green Green Grass of Home. I think Tom Jones brought this one on up into the top 40 in 1967.
All of this lyrical dalliance notwithstanding, it is the green green grass out the back door that will be the subject of my attention as soon as it dries of last night’s dewÂ to attack with machinery.Â And I guess I know what I’ll be humming.