“Sid must have hit a dead zone,” I thought after the dropped call. Waiting a minute, I punched in “7” when a string of “z’s” suddenly zoomed across the screen. I pushed the “home” icon, but the z’s changed to “y’s” until a sentence stuttered its message.
“Y-y-y-o-u-r c-c-c-c-a-l-l-e-r i-s-s-s d-d-d-d-e-a-d!”
Yesterday I wrote about an exotic plant from India AND I even posted a picture of it. When I first saw the photo of that Pingo-ballo agave bush, I thought, “NO WAY!” I tried to enlarge the picture so I could see if it were for real but could only increase the dimensions a bit. And then Alice’s friend, with tongue-in-cheek, commented and shared the funny name of the plant – her own creation. I swallowed it hook, line, and sinker! I recognized the ping-pong reference but thought it was a name that reflected the shape of the perfectly round blossoms! DuH!
Last night I also promised to show off my own unusual plant – a REAL one – to compete with the faux bush. So here it is.
The Goofus Helio Coptus
Our neighbor gave it to us about 3 Christmases ago. It looked like a baby Christmas tree then, complete with sparkles on the tiny branches. Well, its transformed into a whirly-bird and appears ready for take-off. I still think it’s a creation out of a Dr. Seuss book, and if you do not, take another peek! Isn’t that HORTON tucked in there?
Horton, where is the egg? or the Who?
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