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
Saturday, December 01, 2007
NATURE'S PERFECT FOOD
The green eggs are from our Aracaunas, the brown from the Sex-links, the white from our Silky hens.
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Do they taste different?
ReplyDeleteSo THAT'S where "Green Eggs and Ham" came from??
ReplyDeleteI've read that book since I was a child and then read it to my kids, but I never knew there really were green eggs.
Martha Stewart would love them! I'd love some green ones with ham, please.
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful photo . . . almost like ones you can find in the Martha Stewart Living magazine.
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