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
Did anyone know that I was leaving comments on each of your comments on my posts?
ReplyDeleteThis is a gorgeous cross. Your daughter is very talented.
ReplyDeleteBonnie -- All you need to do is mention a project to her and she is off and running.
ReplyDeleteI'm project challenged so this impresses me.
ReplyDeleteIt may not be 'challenged' so much as 'lazy.'
That's very nice! My sister and her friends made a cross on the beach during a retreat. Poured resin or something like that and they put shells and the like in it.
ReplyDeleteCliff -- Any man with tractors cannot be project challenged.
ReplyDeleteLynn -- The retreat cross on the beach sounds like an excellent idea.
This is really a neat thing for the church and the people there.
ReplyDeleteYes, I notice your comments on comments. And as I stated earlier I enjoy them. The cross is beautiful.
ReplyDeleteGreat cpncept for mosaic art-
ReplyDeleteOf course you're descendents have talent...
doh! 2 bad typos!!!
ReplyDeleteChanges in the wind -- The church was really proud of the prayer nook and even though my daughter has moved from there, they always mention it when they see her.
ReplyDeleteDebbie -- Glad you noticed the comment comments:)
Snaggle Tooth -- My daughter gets her talent from my mother and not from me. Typos never count on blog comments.