Those who've read this blog for awhile know that I cast a jaundiced eye toward the accursed and omnipresent ginko tree (question: Didn't Dutch Elm Disease teach us a lesson about urban tree monoculture? WTF, city planners?), but one thing I will say about Stinkos is that when it comes to fall, they don't mess around. One day they have leaves, the next they don't. Summer's over, I'm hittin' the hay, good night, see you in the spring. Unlike the mighty oak, which seems to hold onto it's leaves for dear life and shed a few dozen a day over months, the ginko is a lesson in clean transitions. Get over it and move on, fer cry eye!
As seen at 24th and Pleasant here in Minneapolis. I'm thinking pink paint, a squeeze ketchup bottle, and a 4 AM twirly dance in the middle of the street. I think they should do all the streets in patterns!
Or, in the parlance of the produce industry, of which I was once a part, and in which I suppose we all play a part, chilis. Pepper is that black stuff you put on your eggs, as in peppercorns. Chilis are these things. And even though I used to work at a produce wholesaler, I didn't realize that green jalapenos turn red in the fall. Cool (literally)!
Here's a post that has something vaguely to do with words! Just noticed this "sin"ful type treatment on a map I bought recently. Remember, what happens in America's Dairyland stays in America's Dairyland...