The Palisades are a terrific respite from hours of weeding and raking, my knees stuck in the dirt, arms and legs weary from tugging and pulling on horrible, creepy, invasive vines. It pays every once in awhile to stop looking down at the weeds and to look up and catch the larger view. This view reaches past all the noisy leaf blowers, dismisses the roars of lawn mowers and shifts one's thoughts beyond ones aching muscles. When I stand up from weeding, I see the Palisades of New Jersey across the Hudson River. What a mood they provide each day.