It is a lichen day

I regret that I will not be able to spend any time walking in the woods today. Even though it's raining, these dripping wet days have their own appeal. These rainy days bring a lush health to the forest. To use Thoreau's phrase, it is a lichen day.

"A thick fog. The trees and woods look well through it. You are inclined to walk in the woods for objects. They are draped with mist, and you hear the sound of it dripping from them. It is a lichen day. Not a bit of rotten wood lies on the dead leaves, but it is covered with fresh, green cup lichens, etc., etc. All the world seems a great lichen and to grow like one to-day,—a sudden humid growth."  Henry David Thoreau's Journal, Feb. 5, 1853

What's not to like? It is a lichen day. Let the forest rejoice!