There are no other words that can sum up today better than Louis Armstrong. As we drove the clear roads to have lunch with my family in the south, his scratchy, raspy, beautiful voice sang out the words of my Mumbo’s favourite song…. she may not have been there with us in person but I always feel her spirit and her words find me in other ways…

 

And I reminded myself of those very words as willy trod in a big pile of crap and trod it all over the car, so it ingrained in to the little holes of the leather, all over the carpets and his clothes……. I reminded myself to look up from the straw I was looking through that could only see the mess and smell of sh*t in my car, to see the wonderful world we live in.

 

The wonderful world that Louis sings of… made all the more wonderful with my family and ice creams.

 

 

I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself what a wonderful world

 

I see skies of blue and clouds of white
The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night
And I think to myself what a wonderful world

 

The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces of people going by
I see friends shaking hands saying how do you do
They’re really saying I love you

 

I hear babies crying, I watch them grow
They’ll learn much more than I’ll never know
And I think to myself what a wonderful world
Yes I think to myself what a wonderful world

 

Oh yeah!