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
Monday, July 21, 2008
WHERE THE DEER AND THE CANTALOUPE PLAY
We do see lots of deer but this is just a photo of the cantaloupe in our garden. This one will soon be ready for pickin' and eatin'. Antelope you say? Oh well..........