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
I love bees but I wouldn't want them swarming on me like that!
ReplyDeleteFantastic photo. Yummy honey toast.
ReplyDeleteI respect bees and love the honey. I also do not try to touch them.
ReplyDeleteThat's a brave guy
ReplyDeleteMuch♡love
no no no, CRUMPETS and honey 😃
ReplyDeleteI rarely eat honey. I wonder why?
ReplyDeleteI have an allergy to bees and that photo creeps me out. Brave man.
...Richard was a brave man!
ReplyDeleteI would love to try real honey some day, but my diabetes would probably give me what for afterwards.
ReplyDelete