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
So square bites of watermelon, right? I take some every day to a friend who lives in a Nursing home and watermelon is her salvation. As for the bees ... man could learn from their loyalty, but he won't. It is my hope that the Queen eventually escaped the car and flew off with her swarm to live happily ever after. Delightful and interesting post, Granny ...
Wouldn't want to be that car owner!
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DeleteThat poor queen! People can sometimes be a sandwich short of a full picnic...
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Donna
That is a cool bit of information!
ReplyDeleteWow, that is interesting.
ReplyDeleteI hope the queen was released so they could swarm away and find a home elsewhere.
ReplyDeleteSo square bites of watermelon, right? I take some every day to a friend who lives in a Nursing home and watermelon is her salvation. As for the bees ... man could learn from their loyalty, but he won't. It is my hope that the Queen eventually escaped the car and flew off with her swarm to live happily ever after. Delightful and interesting post, Granny ...
ReplyDeleteAndrea @ From the Sol
Wow! Bees are amazing! Fun take on the prompt! Have a good week, Annie!
ReplyDeleteWow and good on prompt
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