The Sex Lives of Trees

…really shouldn’t involve me, but they do. Pollen counts are high today and expected to be high all week. That means my body is intensely busy doing absolutely nothing productive. Since I still have to get a bunch of other stuff done, I offer you this little ditty in lieu of a post.

Too bad the Muppets never did a song about refraining from clawing your eyeballs out so you could wash them.

The Sex Lives of Trees

4 thoughts on “The Sex Lives of Trees

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    Damned trees. I wish they could learn to keep it in their pants except when in private, like we did. I called that yellow powder “tree come” the other day, and got a “GRANDMOTHER!!!! You did NOT just say that” from my granddaughter.

    But actually, I did.

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