To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time Robert Herrick, 1591-1674 Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying; And this same flower that smiles today Tomorrow will be dying. The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, The higher he’s a-getting, The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he’s to setting. That age is best which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer; But being spent, the worse, and worst Times still succeed the former. Then be not coy, but use your time, And while ye may, go marry; For having lost but once your prime, You may forever tarry.
This weekend it was all about good company, milestone birthdays and living in the moment.
Because tomorrow is never promised, I’m gathering my buds…and enjoying every petal.
Happy 40 water best boo!
This chick gives US party favors for her bday.
I loves me some pupusas!
“I’m different, yeah I’m different.”
Apparently this one likes to walk ahead of the group, so we let her through.
Look close for the porcupine!
I see you booboo!
Our turn to be on top!
(That’s what she said.)
A squirrel keeps the baby rhino company.
(Sunrise) July 21, 1951 – (Sunset) August 11, 2014