Tree sale today.10:00 a.m. to 2 p.m. Location: Thomas Jefferson Center for Historic Plants at Tufton Farm, 1293 Tufton Farm, C’ville 22902
“When we plant trees, we plant the seeds of peace and hope.”
― Wangari Maathai Trees $5 to $10.
There are people in local government. You ask them to do A, and they go out and do A-Z and do it beyond all expectation. Gensic, Mahon, Poncy, Scala are that kind of people. Wish we had such a crew whose total job focus was the urban forest and Rivanna corridor.
All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms; And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slippered pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side; His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion; Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.— W.Shakespeare
