There had just been a wet snow, and our driveway had a large puddle. Just the thing to wash the dirt off! And so it began.
A regal cardinal sat in the nearby lilac bush. He would have nothing to do with these commoners. His bath would wait until the rabble left, and he could proceed in a more seemly manner.
“Mirth is God's medicine. Everybody ought to bathe in it.”
~Henry Ward Beecher