



My Aunt Ellen has been posting some gorgeous photos of the things growing in her yard. I have a keen interest in anything in her yard, her house, her life, beause she is family, but doubly because she lives in the house that was my grandmother’s through my childhood. I won’t go all nostalgic on you here, but yes, everything popping to your mind applies. (Except you, and you. Knock that off. This is a family blog.)
This week, she posted a photo of a pineapple plant, with a huge pineapple sticking out of the top, looking all edible and stuff. Being a city girl, I could stand there all day going, “Wow! Cool! Who knew!”
My experience with pineapples is limited to the produce section and hospitals.
You see, few years ago my stepfather was in the hospital for some kind of surgery (I’m a detestable stepdaughter; I can’t remember what it was), and I’m pretty sure that it was in the winter because it was a little while after my birthday.
Why do I remember that? Well, for my birthday he had this incredibly tacky flower arrangement sent to my office that was in the shape of a huge birthday cake. It was AWFUL. And like a good daughter I kept that thing on my desk until it began to fall apart and stink up the place.
So, as soon as he was admitted to the hospital I hopped online and spent two hours looking for exactly the right get-well gift. That very day I sent him the perfect revenge: a pineapple plant with a big ‘ol pineapple growing right out of the top. Imagining him lying there, staring at that plant in its festive container, and then gingerly carrying that thing home to then put it in the window of their tiny downtown studio in the middle of winter make me chuckle for weeks.
Heh. Still makes me chuckle.
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05.08.04 at 05:41 AM |
**giggle**
05.08.04 at 03:13 PM |
I love me some pineapple!