Oscar Hammerstein II, would have an absolute field day describing the scene I am so enjoying this evening.

There’s no corn growing, no elephants wandering by, no daisies in May, no blueberry pies, no willows in a windstorm, no kites on the Fourth of July, but there is, however, the most beautiful world surrounding me this evening; we can’t say, “it might as well be spring, Oscar” – we’ve got it!

The flowers are from my neighbors yard, across the street. I’ve not seen Kate in several years as it seems her family has moved her to a healthcare facility. She should be pushing 97.

The high school’s indoor percussion is rehearsing outside, close by, and two cardinals are tearing up the evening with some of their own hit tunes.

The sun is beginning to drop, elongating shadows and forcing the eyes to squint against its brightness.

If only Mr. Hammerstein could be sitting right here with me, his pencil and legal pad of paper at hand. He would love it.