There's the evening star. I saw it from the porch last night, and it reminded me of all the times I've seen it, clear back to when my dad first pointed it out to me when I was a girl. This time I thought it looked like crystal on blue velvet. It's one of my favorites.
In other evening news -
:: When there is a crystal-on-blue-velvet evening in your world, please light a candle on the dinner table and serve something like this. You'll feel like a rich peasant.
:: If there is no room on the table for anything but the lit candle because there is a boy who has taken it over and covered it with parts for making a hydraulic earth mover, don't worry. You can sit on the couch and eat your dinner while balancing your plate on your knees. You'll feel more peasant than rich at this point, but that, too, shall pass.
:: If the other two boys want only about half their normal portions, that's fine, because they just came in from their "cabin" (the van) where they had already eaten their "dinner" (a left-over sandwich from lunch). But, they might go for several slices of bread dragged one by one through olive oil.
:: They may or may not feel like rich peasants, they never really say.
:: BUT, they sure don't mind eating among hydraulic earth mover parts.
:: FYI - there will be no toast for breakfast, or sandwiches for next day's lunch, or anything else served in the coming day that requires bread, because "several" slices of bread dragged through olive oil actually means every slice of bread in the house. (Except the heels. We don't count the heels. Heels can't possible be considered bread.)
:: That's why there's biscuit mix in the refrigerator, for such a time as this.
:: Speaking of biscuits and next day, here I am. Better get to them.