This is a pile of ash
from burnt leaves. The pile is about one foot high and 3
feet across. Our neighbor (pictured) saw this pile on his
fence line. It was dumped there unwittingly by a
friend who was helping out with clearing a patch of land
for spreading dirt. Our next door neighbor who owns 250
acres of land, somehow spotted this little pile and decided that
he would cut down the tree line along the fence between our
properties to get even with us for dumping the ash (he also had
his worker shovel it back over to our side of the fence).
The pictures below are of the poor defenseless trees that have
been killed to satisfy this person's immature rage. They
start off with the neighbor and his worker caught in the
act! For sure this neighbor has won...
THE WORST NEIGHBOR OF THE YEAR AWARD FOR 2002!
most pathetic circumstance in this somber tale is that the neighbor is a quadriplegic. He was severely injured in a fall on the job and was awarded
millions of dollars and that is how he was able to buy the acreage in the
This is a root that had grown under the fence
and has damaged it somewhat after a tree was yanked out of the ground.
He has said that this beautiful
100 year old Live Oak tree is next!
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What a piece of work is man!
"What a piece of work is man! How noble in
reason! how infinite in faculties! in form and moving, how
express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in
apprehension, how like a god! the beauty of the world! the
paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence
of dust? Man delights not me; no, nor woman neither, though by
your smiling you seem to say so."
Prince of Denmark - 1601 - Act II. - Scene 2. - Rows: 115-117
Hamlet's murderous uncle the King has called for the prince's
university friends Rosencrantz and Guildenstern, seeking their
opinion on the source of Hamlet's depression and madness. In
this scene in which the king, the friends, Hamlet, Polonius
and various ambassadors go in and out, Hamlet addresses
Rosencrantz and Guildenstern, forcing them to admit that they
have not come out of pure friendship and concern, but because
they were summoned. He describes his own recent mood in the
classical terms of true depression: "I have lost all my
mirth...the earth...seems...sterile". He bounces back and
forth between admiration at the nobility and beauty of man and
his own disillusionment at how evil man can be. After uttering
the words above he calls man "a quintessence of
dust", revealing the true depth of his depression and
foreshadowing his suicidal feelings.