Full fathom five thy father lies,
Of his bones are coral made,
Those are pearls that were his eyes,
Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth suffer a sea-change,
into something rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell,
Ding Dong.
Hark! now I hear them, ding-dong bell.
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Speaking of things ripening outside my back door...
My FIRST tomato of the season (sitting on what used to be a stop light lens) (or would that be a go light?).
Your tomato is perfect.
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