". . . little shall I grace my cause

In speaking for myself. Yet, by your gracious patience,

I will a round unvarnish'd tale deliver . . ."

(William Shakespeare's Othello, I.iii.88-90)

Wednesday, September 3, 2008

Apples, Apples, Everywhere . . .

1 comment:

Marie N. said...

It was a hated job to pick up the fallen rotten apples from the tree in our back yard when growing up. The job mostly fell to my brother. I think it scarred him for life -- he's a condo owner today!