When you’re at the grocery store do you ever keep walking past the same person again and again so you feel like you’re unintentionally stalking them? When that happens to me I assume we’re both shopping for the same thing, so when they’re not looking I steal their cart. I figure it saves me a lot of time. And when I get to the register and the cashier asks, “Did you find everything you were looking for?” I say, “I’ll know when I get home.”
Pansies are tender, delicate flowers that must be treated with the utmost care. That’s why it’s an insult to call someone a “pansy”, right? And yet pansies are the only flowers I see that thrive in the winter. They seem to love the cold.
Weird fact: the name “pansy” derives from the same French root as “pensive”. I have no idea why because pansies always seem pretty relaxed, especially when the rest of us are freezing. At one time pansies were called “heartsease”. It was probably changed because that sounds too much like “heart seize”, and nomenclature is very important in the flower world. Nobody wants to grow something that could be mistaken for coronary thrombosis.
The Oxford English Dictionary says another definition for “pansy” is “A male homosexual; an effeminate man; a weakling.” That’s supposed to be an insult. Calling someone a flower that thrives in bitter cold that kills most other plants sounds like a compliment to me.
All those who recognized the title as a line spoken by the Black Knight in Monty Python & The Holy Grail ask yourself: which would you rather be?
Some one-legged creature crossed the snow here. Was it a monster? A hideously deformed being? An alien? An atavism? A kid on a pogo stick? And is it in any way related to the great Devon mystery of 1855?
We may never know.
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I was walking home when a small dog came running to the edge of his yard. “Bark! Bark! Bark!” I stopped and waved at him and said “Hello!” He stopped then turned and looked back at his house. I swear I could hear him speaking.
“Do I know this schmuck? Somebody come and help me out here.”