New Year's Day

Love is like the wild rose-briar,
Friendship like the holly-tree—
The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms
But which will bloom most constantly?

The wild rose-briar is sweet in spring,
Its summer blossoms scent the air;
Yet wait till winter comes again
And who will call the wild-briar fair?


from Love and Friendship, by Emily Bronte


Walking around Wonderland with my wife on a damp and foggy New Year's Day, it occurs to me that I will, Emily. And after all, the wild rose-briar will blossom again, and you know what? that will be nice too.