Sometimes things don't go, after all, from bad to worse. Some years, muscadel faces down frost; green thrives; the crops don't fail, sometimes a man aims high, and all goes well. A people sometimes will step back from war; elect an honest man; decide they care enough, that they can't leave some stranger poor. Some men become what they were born for. Sometimes our best efforts do not go amiss; sometimes we do as we meant to. The sun will sometimes melt a field of sorrow that seemed hard frozen: may it happen for you. Sometimes -Sheenagh Pugh I have kept this poem near my desk for nearly a month now. It has helped and so has my cousin . Her care package made my day. I think that spring is finally here and 2009 is turning around. Welcome tulips and Pig Cats alike.