Today's pictures traverse the landscape of the Poinsettia. I went to Sunshine Express yesterday, and the sky was perfect with filtered overcast light so that the saturation was at an all-time high. It seemed almost blinding to be in the greenhouse with the endless sea of reds, whites, and pinks, and even the orange ones. These leaves show the lines and textures - puckered and billowy with wonderful colours.
There appear to be no Poinsettia jokes for Christmas - I guess we take our plants seriously or not at all. Here's the start of the Christmas humour:
Three men died on Christmas Eve and were met by Saint Peter at the pearly gates.
"In honor of this holy season," Saint Peter said, "You must each possess something that symbolizes Christmas to get into heaven."
The first man fumbled through his pockets and pulled out a lighter. He flicked it on. "It represents a candle," he said. "You may pass through the pearly gates," Saint Peter said.
The second man reached into his pocket and pulled out a set of keys. He shook them and said, "They're bells." Saint Peter said, "You may pass through the pearly gates."
The third man started searching desperately through his pockets and finally pulled out a pair of women's glasses.
St. Peter looked at the man with a raised eyebrow and asked, "And just what do those symbolize?"