The first day of
spring is on Thursday, March 20th, two weeks away. But the annual
Orchid Show at the New York Botanical Garden opened last week, and even though
the temperature did not get above the low 20s we just had to head over there (the entire exhibit is indoors).
Barry snapped all
these pictures (and countless others) with our better camera. The “garden” in
the song is not the NYBG, but it works for me.
"Woodstock"
Well I
came across a child of God, he was walking along the road
And I asked him tell where are you going, this he told me:
Well, I'm going down to Yasgur's farm, gonna to join in a rock and roll band.
Got to get back to the land, set my soul free.
We are stardust, we are golden, we are billion year old carbon,
And we got to get ourselves back to the garden.
Well, then can I walk beside you? I have come to lose the smog
And I feel like I'm a cog in something turning.
And maybe it's the time of year, yes, and maybe it's the time of man,
And I don't know who I am but life is for learning.
We are stardust, we are golden, we are billion year old carbon,
And we got to get ourselves back to the garden.
By the time we got to Woodstock, we were half a million strong,
And everywhere there was song and celebration.
And I dreamed I saw the bombers jet planes riding shotgun in the sky,
Turning into butterflies above our nation.
We are stardust, we are golden, we caught in the devil's bargain,
And we got to get ourselves back to the garden.
And I asked him tell where are you going, this he told me:
Well, I'm going down to Yasgur's farm, gonna to join in a rock and roll band.
Got to get back to the land, set my soul free.
We are stardust, we are golden, we are billion year old carbon,
And we got to get ourselves back to the garden.
Well, then can I walk beside you? I have come to lose the smog
And I feel like I'm a cog in something turning.
And maybe it's the time of year, yes, and maybe it's the time of man,
And I don't know who I am but life is for learning.
We are stardust, we are golden, we are billion year old carbon,
And we got to get ourselves back to the garden.
By the time we got to Woodstock, we were half a million strong,
And everywhere there was song and celebration.
And I dreamed I saw the bombers jet planes riding shotgun in the sky,
Turning into butterflies above our nation.
We are stardust, we are golden, we caught in the devil's bargain,
And we got to get ourselves back to the garden.
The Orchid Show means that the annual tenure of the Allman Brothers Band at the Beacon Theater cannot be too far behind…stay tuned, we have great seats for the 19th.
From where I see it, spring cannot arrive even one day too soon!
Love,
Rebecca
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