Possessed by the spirit of Rodgers & Hammerstein

I've been seized with the desire to sing "Oh, What a Beautiful Mornin" at the top of my lungs ...

It's 60 degrees here with practically no humidity. Of course, it's 9:18 a.m., so this won't last long, but I'm drinking it in while it lasts, with windows and doors wide open. A cold front in June in the South ... who woulda thought?

"All the sounds of the earth are like music ... The breeze is so busy it don't miss a tree ... Oh what a beautiful morning, Oh what a beautiful day!"