Sunday, September 29, 2013
Bee-autiful Sunday afternoon at the New York Botanical Garden with Christine.
Absolutely buzzing with activity as summer hangs on with all her might. Time flies.
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old time is still a-flying:
And this same flower that smiles to-day
To-morrow will be dying.
Old time is still a-flying:
And this same flower that smiles to-day
To-morrow 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.
The higher he's a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run,
And nearer he's to setting.
~ To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time (Gather ye rosebuds)
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