the first lemon from my balcony----not ripe but it was a lot smaller than the other two and 
i thought it wasn't going to ripen---but it was juicy and right tasty in a vodka tonic---
hershey is feeling ok but the vet told me friday i would have weeks, not months, left with him----
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11/18/2006 08:40:00 AM
Each of us is all the sums he has not counted: subtract us into nakedness and night again, and you shall see begin in Crete four thousand years ago the love that ended yesterday in Texas.
The seed of our destruction will blossom in the desert, the alexin of our cure grows by a mountain rock, and our lives are haunted by a Georgia slattern, because a London cutpurse went unhung. Each moment is the fruit of forty thousand years. The minute-winning days, like flies, buzz home to death, and every moment is a window on all time.
john northbrooke, c. 1570
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