Things that are mad

At 8:30 am,

an empty-but-for-a-Subaru parking lot,

of this magnificent 18th century mansion,

with this view (pair of stone lions look on) ,

was open to a public that chose not to show on a sparkly spring morning.

No one observed my constitutional slow-through-the-tall-trees jog,
no one watched me inspect the status of the lilacs.

Lawns that role to the Hudson river and a house that sits above it:
appealing to...no one?

Visit Clermont (the Livingston Mansion).
My subaru, and I, will make space.

C - holding breath for lilacs