I’m feeling quite melancholy. Blame it on the taxes and the impending flu. So if sickness or Spring Money Madness gets you down, go droop over a flower somewhere. Most places have an arboretum.
Drooping is a forgotten art. Since it’s been out of style for about a hundred and fifty years, here’s a quick tutorial on Drooping.
Find a flower.
Cradle the flower in your hand
Stare vacantly at the flower
Say something Poetic* (originality a plus, but quote a master before succumbing to driveled cliches)
Repeat as necessary.
There you go. Very cathartic. Much better than shouting off mountain tops.
*in case you need something poetic, brief and easy to remember to droop with.
Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.