I found this scribbled in a notebook.  It’s from the days when I kept a journal.  That’s all I wrote and I now I think – What a nice gesture, I mean flowers and all.

I had completely forgotten about it until I saw my note.  I attempted to write a song based on those four words but flowers was as far as I managed to get.

The flowers were delivered after we had a date. It may have been during the summer of 1977 but I can’t be sure anymore.  How often do or did I get flowers anyway?

The date was a long bike ride and a picnic lunch.  Pretty pure, honest and innocent.

Did I miss something important?  Gee, I wish I knew the answer. Sometimes I wish I could go back in time.