Hey, you know what? I was cranky this evening. Cranky and sullen. But finding pictures for your parade has changed things. And makes me think of a poem I love but haven't thought of in a long time. I'm quoting from memory, so feel free to fix it, anyone.
Dust of Snow
by Robert Frost
The way a crow shook down on me
The dust of snow from a hemlock tree
Has given my heart a change of mood
And saved some part of a day I had rued
Big *MWA* for David and all who love him!