Lear: And my poor fool is hanged. No, no life? Why should a dog, a horse, a rat have life, And thou no breath at all? O, thou wilt come no more, never, never, never.
Pray you, undo this button. Thank you, sir.
O, O, O, O.
Friday, July 11, 2008
Every Blooming Thing
The sunflowers are starting to open. Guessing there are about a dozen or so that came up this year, all really sturdy. The first to bloom didn't fare so well, but the goldfinches don't mind, and it's still very pretty. The second, which bloomed yesterday is pretty in another way.
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