Woodstock at Weedie’s Place
Ξ May 12th, 2008 | → 0 Comments | ∇ Seasonal |
Don’t call Susun Weed that name, it’s reserved only to friends of long, long standing. Like thirty years. I’ve called her Weedie for a long time out of sheer affection for this wild woman who walks the green walk. Her place is near Woodstock, it’s set outside in the green rocky fields, trees and millions of singing frogs.
When she picks me up at the airport, after 12 hours of grueling transit, I am tired. Its usually late, she takes me for an hour drive and installs me in that little house in the Nettle Patch. It has turned into Tulip Patch of hot red and yellow flowers.
My room is decorated with just some flowers, a good bed, and there I can exhale at last.
As the night grows deeper I can hear the Leopard frogs begin their rehearsal. They just bring […]
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