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, July 20, 2008
BUT WE CAME TO SEE GRANNY!
Grandpa puts son and grandson to work. It was only 94 degrees in the shade.
There's been a whole lotta sweating going on around here too!! The boys have been doing some landscaping in the front yard. Whew! 94 in the shade sounds about like it's been here. Nice shot of your hard working fellas.
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There's been a whole lotta sweating going on around here too!! The boys have been doing some landscaping in the front yard. Whew! 94 in the shade sounds about like it's been here.
ReplyDeleteNice shot of your hard working fellas.
I remember going to my grandparents' farm as a kid and my dad helping with whatever was going on -- he was a farm boy himself and knew the drill.
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