Beautiful Sunday

On Sunday in the first week of April, I visited both Brightwood and Mindowaskin Parks, in the morning and before sunset.  As I was watching the flowers and greeting the birds, one classical music piece and one modern (sort of) pop song came to my mind.  The classical one was the Pastoral Symphony by Ludwig van Beethoven.  From one day to the next, the change of weather patterns was like the rolling of the movements in the symphony.  The pop song was "Beautiful Sunday" by Daniel Boone, which I learned as a college freshman.  Now after 50 years, I am blessed with a "her" to say "Beautiful Sunday" to each other every Sunday.  Also it is a blessing to live in Westfield and sing the song to friends, plants, flowers, and many lovely creatures.

At Brightwood Park, a northern flicker got out of the tree house after hearing my whistle.  Likely we developed some kind of common language by now.  On the side a blue jay sent a greeting by fluffing the hair.  The geese and ducks were like professional dancers, performing on a stage with beautiful background scenery and special light effects.