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,
-- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
Slim and Franke
Happy New Year
Sunday, May 25, 2008
FIVE GRANDCHILDREN PICK THE CHERRIES
TWO GRANDDAUGHTERS REMOVE PITS AND STEMS
AND HELP GRANNY ANNIE MAKE THE COBBLER.
COBBLER DISAPPEARS BEFORE PICTURE CAN BE TAKEN. YUMMY!