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
Thursday, March 02, 2017
TBT
For Throw Back Thursday. Granddaughters fill my heart to overflowing. They were in our Kansas garden.
Oh my. They just grow way too darn fast.
ReplyDeleteAmen!
DeleteThe prettiest flowers in the garden.
ReplyDeleteThey are gorgeous! But don't they grow up far too quickly.
ReplyDeleteCute photo, they do grow up so fast. I can't believe that both my daughters now don't live here anymore and could become mothers themselves soon!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful girls. Time sure does fly!
ReplyDeleteWhat absolute cuties. Then, and no doubt now.
ReplyDeleteThey are so cute. Where does time go?
ReplyDeleteI bet you look at that photo and wonder where the time went.
ReplyDeleteAdorable girls!
ReplyDeleteGreat picture.
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