"Death is like an arrow that is already in flight,
and your life lasts only until it reaches you."

- HERMES

-- Blue Himalayan (bh@k2.y), April 09, 1999

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Just came in off the yard after tidying up the strawberry bed--and there are those exquisite little white blossoms and tiny green berries already. It's 85 degrees, nice breeze, birds, squirrels, all that good stuff. Dogwoods just coming into bloom, spirea at its peak, late daffodils, pansies, phlox, early azaleas, wallflowers, verbena, all blooming. Fat buds on lots of other stuff. Lettuce coming along nicely. Tomato plants settling in.

Maybe Hermes never saw a central North Carolina spring. Or, more likely, he wrote those words in a central NC July or August--that's enough to make anyone ponder death!

-- Old Git (anon@spamproblems.com), April 09, 1999.

Hi, Old Git, if you live near Charlotte send me an email sometime.

-- Shimrod (shimrod@lycosmail.com), April 09, 1999.

Time flies like an arrow

fruit flies like a banana

Leslie Neilson

-- sorry (couldn't@resist.com_), April 09, 1999.