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
Friday, July 21, 2023
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is something about a stately wise old tree...decades of cleaning the
air, sheltering wildlife, giving cooling shade in the heat and a
sublime, unequaled architecture in winter.kimtalon.com
Very pretty...
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Donna
Hooray for trees.
ReplyDeleteMy kind of tree, tall, wide, climbable and shady.
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ReplyDeleteThey are beautiful. We have some very old oaks around here, they are treasures.
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