Some thing there is that doesn't love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun;
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
by.Robert Frost.
btw this is best viewed large against the black background.
Oh so pretty! That moss covered wall really does inspire poetry. Nice to see you again! I'm just getting back into 365, so it's taking me a while to catch up with everyone.