When I was a tot, either my father or one of my older brothers had left a 45rpm record of that song around the house and I found it, played it, liked it. That's the only reason I know it, because it has pretty much faded into obscurity. But I'm with you on the green spaces.
When I was a tot, either my father or one of my older brothers had left a 45rpm record of that song around the house and I found it, played it, liked it. That's the only reason I know it, because it has pretty much faded into obscurity. But I'm with you on the green spaces.
ReplyDeleteBoth creepy and intriguing (I'm probably missing a specific song reference) and pulls in so many connections among the green.
ReplyDeleteWaste of time wondering when opportunities for adventuring are out there
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Indeed...get out into the green spaces! Great message here Cressida!
ReplyDeleteGood advice! Green spaces cure all!
ReplyDeleteLoved the tune “Green Door” Cressida. I prefer nature, but I am drawn to mystery, and engrossing human frailty.
ReplyDeleteAhahaha! Nice!
ReplyDeleteYep, better the green spaces...
ReplyDeleteDefinitely better.
I wrote a poem about 'green is my color' long time ago. It still is. Cheers on writing yours.
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