Down Lilac Way

[vaneramos]

Can't we two go walkin' together, out beyond the valley of trees?
Out where there's a hillside of heather, curtsyin' gently in the breeze.
That's what I'd like to do: see the heather--but with you.



The mist of May is in the gloamin', and all the clouds are holdin' still.
So take my hand and let's go roamin' through the heather on the hill.
The mornin' dew is blinkin' yonder. There's lazy music in the rill,
And all I want to do is wander through the heather on the hill.
There may be other days as rich and rare.
There may be other springs as full and fair.
But they won't be the same--they'll come and go,
For this I know:
That when the mist is in the gloamin', and all the clouds are holdin' still,
If you're not there I won't go roamin' through the heather on the hill,
The heather on the hill.



~From Brigadoon by Lerner and Loewe

This isn't an enchanted Scottish village, so I can't take you walking through a hillside of heather. In France we might find a hillside of lavender. But here in Southern Ontario the best I can do—and it's a pretty good best—is a hillside of lilacs. Any of you romantics up for a stroll?

The soreness in my thighs has abated so I finally made the trek down Lilac Way this afternoon. The photos don't do it justice. It made me think of one of my favourite songs from one of my favourite musicals.

The texture of my life has been so rich these past few days that I have a long journal entry to make soon. Meanwhile I haven't had time to keep uptodate on my friends' journals. I still have an article to finish writing and publishing on Suite101. So other things might not get read or written until tomorrow.

Comments

[missprune.livejournal.com]

I'm glad to hear that life has been rich for you thse days -- I feel that way too -- and the lilacs in bloom are a perfect metaphor for such riches, I think.