Day 106

I’ve been touring in Whoville lately, both literally and in my mind.

I first knew I was in Whoville when I crossed the border between Georgia and Florida. Looking ahead at a tree line Bob Ross would be happy with, I couldn’t help but notice there were two Whotrees towering over the rest. They were at least 10 feet taller and bare of vegetation except for a small cap of very Wholike palm fronds. Picture this: first soft rolling tree line, then tall-really-strange-looking tree, and then a bit more of soft rolling tree line, and then another really-strange-looking tree, and then the soft tree line disappears into the distance. What’s up with those trees?

These trees must be cousins with the small ones in front of many houses, with soft, copious palm fronds flowing back and forth in the breeze. They almost put me to sleep. Maybe I’ve discovered a new device to use in hypnosis. Who knew this about Whoville?

And so it goes. My slightly bent thinker couldn’t help but see palm trees as other objects. The shortish ones with straight up fronds for example. These could be used as show girl headdresses. And the tall trees with the crisscrossed remnants of fallen fronds, remnants that look to be waiting to be used as caning for a chair. At least that’s what these look like to me.

And then there are these trees.