A post-election comment, courtesy of Shakespeare. And with a pic from the oldest undisturbed forest in Michigan, where the trees started growing about the time that the French explorers founded the tiny fort of Detroit in the early 18th century.
And, as I am an honest Puck,
If we have unearnèd luck
Now to ’scape the serpent’s tongue,
We will make amends ere long.
—Shakespeare, Midsummer Night’s Dream