Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
-- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
Frankie and Slim
Happy New Year
Sunday, June 24, 2007
MICHAEL'S HARD WORK
See the first tiny squash starting.
Grandson Michael did our planting when he was here the last week of May. Last night Ron saw the first little yellow squash starting. It is barely one inch long. Isn't it cute!
I have not had a garden in 25 years, but when I did, watching the squash grow was a favorite thing. If you aren't watchful, it can grow to eating size overnight! or so it seems.
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That squash sure is a cute little feller.
ReplyDeleteTell Michael to be careful not to squish the squash!
I have not had a garden in 25 years, but when I did, watching the squash grow was a favorite thing. If you aren't watchful, it can grow to eating size overnight! or so it seems.
ReplyDeleteIs squash hard to grow?
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