Some sort of grassy plant at the B&B taken with a …

A sister is a little bit of childhood that can never be lost. ~Marion C. Garretty

10 points if you can guess what this is… 

Our revels are now ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits and Are melted into air, into thin air, And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp’d towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve And, like this insubstantial…

I’m going under. Wish me luck.

I’m getting the feeling that my Spirit/Inner Child/Higher Self is tired of me ignoring it or telling it to shush. The voice is getting louder these days. Blessed Be!