Macbeth at The Rose

“To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.” 
― William Shakespeare, Macbeth

The Immortal Bard is a favorite at our house.

So when we learned that Macbeth was playing at The Rose (a miniature version of the Globe Theater situated way out in the middle of the Michigan woods), we immediately purchased tickets to see it.

It's the second time we've been to the lovely Rose, and won't be the last. It is an amazing theater, open to the elements, beautifully crafted and delightful to be in.  So long as you remember to bring a pillow or stadium seat. Otherwise, those wooden benches can be hard on the derriere.

The Pigeon Creek Shakespeare Company put on a rousing show, giving us all the drama and tragedy of the epic Scottish Play in a brief but wonderful Sunday afternoon performance.

After which, we stopped by a local roadside stand for some refreshing ice cream.

“Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and is heard no more. It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.” 
― William Shakespeare, Macbeth