Harriman Nelson's Journal

My Friend Lee-page 43
The Creamsickle
The Invitation
Bike Week
The Java Connection
Lee's Tattoo
My Friend Lee-page 33
My Friend Lee-page 34
My Friend Lee-page 35
My Friend Lee-Page 36
My Friend Lee-page 37
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My Friend Lee-page 39
My Friend Lee-page 40
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My Friend Lee page 42
My Friend Lee-page 43
My Friend Lee -page 44
My Friend Lee-page 25
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My Friend Lee-Page 27
My Friend Lee-Page 28
My Friend Lee -page 29
My Friend Lee -page 30
My Friend Lee-page 31
My Friend Lee-page 32
My Friend Lee-page 24
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My Friend Lee-page 18
My Friend Lee page 17
My Friend Lee-page 16
A Short Story
A 'Harry Halloween'
My Friend Lee-page 15
My Friend Lee-page 14
My Friend Lee-page 13
My Friend Lee-page 12
My Friend Lee-page 11
My Friend Lee-page 10
My Friend Lee-page 9
My Friend Lee-Page 8
My Friend Lee-page 7
My Friend Lee-page 6
My Friend Lee-Page 5
Life With Lee-page 4
Life with Lee- page 2
Life with Lee-page 3
Reflections-the 'In Between Years'
My photo-scrapbook album
About Me

The Love Plant


I was bored. It was as simple as that. So what if I sort of encouraged Agent Catfish to send me a few of her newly sprouted Shamrocks that she’d mentioned she was going to try to grow the last time Seaview sat off of Daytona Beach. So what if it was October now, not the month one normally thinks of St. Patrick’s Day or any other Irish theme holiday, but that was okay, I’m Irish. Little did I know that instead of a nice ordinary  three ( or if I was lucky, four leaf clover), she’d send me  an Oxalis triangularis, a ‘False Shamrock’.  She  didn’t know that, it turned out. She only knew she’d purchased some rhizomes from some cheap online store. At a discount. (They probably wanted to get rid of the blasted things.)

It’s not that I mind being kidded by my boys that I must have triggered a little romantic spark in our mutual friend. She had already begun to send  me brownies, cookies, and other goodies from her Florida kitchen (presumably for myself and the ‘boys’) ; now she was sending me  the ‘Love Plants’!  That’s the common name for them. That’s bad enough, but the damn things are  purple! Deep, dark purple! Not green, not pink (Heaven forbid) but Purple!

In fact, one look at them, and Angie asked  to use them to decorate for Halloween! Even the blooms are purple! Yeech!

Now, I’m not saying that purple is ugly in a rainbow, or in coral reef, or even decorating a fish or two, but a Shamrock?  It’s…It’s almost a sacrilege!

Lee couldn’t stop himself from laughing until I threatened to remove the brownies he’d helped himself to off my desk. Not being from Irish stock, at least not that we know of, he can’t begin to understand that a real Shamrock is a  Trifolium Repens,  with green leaves! And white flowers!

This travesty of a purple Shamrock, well, he just can’t understand.

Chip’s not much better, even if he does have a little Irish in his ancestry,  but has managed to keep himself from  laughing with a tight lipped twitch.  The only person who seems to understand my dilemma is Sharkey.   I mean, I can’t just tell Catfish I want to toss the things out. And if she deems to visit (she does that sometimes, unannounced)  and doesn’t  see them on my desk or bookcase, well, I sure don’t want to hurt her feelings. So I’m stuck with them. Of course, if there’s an accident with the Halloween punch bowl…