Apologies for the cliche title. And it's actually more like a week that made the difference, but still. Got out for a bike ride along the Potomac today near Hancock, 50 miles or so upstream of where I drove around Shepherdstown last week. This area had the same flooding issues as downstream but, aside from a few sandy, scoured spots, there wasn't the same grim feel to this part of the river. It was chillier today than last week by about 25 degrees, but Spring was apparent in the sprouts of grass and sticky little leaves.
The things I saw today reflected the countryside I rode through-- Cardinals and turtles, old tires and trillium. The sun was warm, though the breeze was cold. Spinning past the remnants of abandoned apple orchards that were once the main industry of this area, a very different tune popped into my head from the one that matched last week's mood...
Hey little apple blossom
what seems to be the problem
all the ones you tell your troubles to
they dont really care for you
Come and tell me what you're thinking
cause just when the boat is sinking
a little light is blinking
and i will come and rescue you
Lots of girls walk around in tears
but thats not for you
you've been looking all around for years
for someone to tell your troubles to
Come and sit with me and talk awhile
let me see your pretty little smile
put your troubles in a little pile
and i will sort them out for you
i'll fall in love with you
i think ill marry you
Flew home on the highway in the direction of an amorphous waxing moon, feeling that good old euphoric feeling. It's a high that doesn't last any longer than one induced chemically, but the lack of nasty side effects makes it vastly preferable. So I think of apple blossoms and try to hold on to it.
The things I saw today reflected the countryside I rode through-- Cardinals and turtles, old tires and trillium. The sun was warm, though the breeze was cold. Spinning past the remnants of abandoned apple orchards that were once the main industry of this area, a very different tune popped into my head from the one that matched last week's mood...
Hey little apple blossom
what seems to be the problem
all the ones you tell your troubles to
they dont really care for you
Come and tell me what you're thinking
cause just when the boat is sinking
a little light is blinking
and i will come and rescue you
Lots of girls walk around in tears
but thats not for you
you've been looking all around for years
for someone to tell your troubles to
Come and sit with me and talk awhile
let me see your pretty little smile
put your troubles in a little pile
and i will sort them out for you
i'll fall in love with you
i think ill marry you
Flew home on the highway in the direction of an amorphous waxing moon, feeling that good old euphoric feeling. It's a high that doesn't last any longer than one induced chemically, but the lack of nasty side effects makes it vastly preferable. So I think of apple blossoms and try to hold on to it.
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