Feeling Melancholy?

If you are afflicted with melancholy at this season, go to the swamp and see the brave spears of the skunk cabbage already advance toward a new year. Their gravestones are not bespoken yet. Who shall be sexton to them? Is it the winter of their discontent? Do they seem to have lain down to die, despairing of skunk cabbagedom?

Henry David Thoreau