When I was a kid, everything in the forest was either 50 shades of brown or 50 shades of green for most of the year.
Draw a tree!
Brown crayon/green crayon.
Draw a flower?
Daffodil or Rose?
Yellow crayon/green crayon or red crayon/green crayon.
There are probably a lot of kids in other countries who are disappointed with their crayons.
note: other countries seem more colourful figuratively and littorally.
double note: some people say Canada doesn’t have culture. I say Canada has a deep and rich silvaculture: it’s pretty clear-cut.
Today I realized that I don’t know anyone in the North American entertainment gossip circles anymore.
My pop-culture credential has popped.
pop note: it’s not so bad. It all has to do with caring really really a little.
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Tagged flowers, humor, humour, plants, pop culture, trees
I guess plants can think outside the pot.
note: some days I think I’m a plant … and then I realize I’ve just read my blogging name wrong again.
double note: I’m not sure if the plant in the bottom left corner grew after these people bought the other ones … or if the people just like putting plants that grow naturally in their driveway into pots.
triple note: if I was a plant, I’d have a silent “p” just to be trendy … or obnoxious.
Today was like most famous paintings: square.
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Tagged humor, it's pronounced: lant ... it's a silent "p", plants, pots, run to the forest ... run!, thinking outside in a box, thinking outside the box, thinking outside the pot
note: does this make the planter an “eggplanter“?
double note: these people have really shelled out for their fertilizer.
triple note: the egg shells kind of look cool, but the dead chickens around the trees in the frontyard didn’t really do it for me.
quadruple note: are egg farms “egg plantations“?
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Tagged dead chickens, egg farms, egg plantations, eggplant, eggs, humor, if you're not eating eggs ... you're probably eating seeds, plants, shell shocked, shells, the egg whites of their eyes
There must be something good that happens when we die, because …
just like plants stretching and moving toward the sunlight, old people seem to be bending and moving toward the ground.
note: I could be wrong; I usually am.
double note: Are old people bent over or are they just falling down very slowly?
I don’t want to put this one under humor for some reason.
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Tagged bent, death, flowers, humor, life, old people, plants, sunlight, the ground