I want to live in a world where the chicken can cross the road without its motives being questioned.

Any day you wake up on the sunny side of the grass is a good day.

"The moving hand writes and having writ moves on. Neither all thy piety nor all thy wit can lure it back to cancel half a line nor all thy tears wash out a word of it." The Rubiyat by Omar Khayyam

May all your weeds be wildflowers. ~Author Unknown