Greetings from Laurel Canyon!
Fruit tree, fruit tree / No one knows you but the rain and the air. / Don’t you worry / They’ll stand and stare when you’re gone. / Fruit tree, fruit tree / Open your eyes to another year. / They’ll all know / That you were here when you’re gone.
This has likely been the coldest winter week in the thirty some odd years I’ve lived in LA. Twice this week I’ve found myself in a morning traffic jam on top of a crisp and scenic Mulholland Drive. It came clear as the morning—to be stuck on Mulholland is certainly nothing to complain about. In fact, the top of our canyon still carries the magic of plants and native Americans.
I found myself staring at trees and enjoying the simplicity of their company. Indeed, since moving to our pad in the canyon, I’ve always regarded the trees as neighborhood and friends. It’s as though this week’s cold has grown whiskers for us all.
Well, maybe I’m thinking too much about the fucking trees…then again, there are worse thoughts.
Stay warm, be kind.
Idelic Single of the Week: Guards – Last Stand
Canyon tree magic will be here longer than us.
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Stuck in rush hour traffic but can’t complain on a cold California morning #mulhollanddrive
