One for sorrow, two for bliss—
Three for serpent’s mournful hiss.
Four for treasure, five for tricks—
Six for the rose that pulls and pricks.
Seven in the garden, eight in the sea—
Nine for the nine that watch from the tree.
Nightmares are silver, dreams are gold—
Ten for the wish in ignorance told.
—Marcella Pixley, Without Tess
I’m interrupting Everything Red due to some unexpected visitors. Apparently there was a crowfest in the neighborhood and I wasn’t invited. I decided to crash the party after hearing the racket. Several of them got excited when they found out they’d have their picture taken. I’ve combined some shots from the shindig with a few effects. I think it pairs nicely with the poem.