i’m crazy about flowers. i guess i don’t know too many people who DO NOT LIKE flowers, but there are some white tulips with red stripes blooming right here in front of me, and they’re pretty great. a bunch of other flowers are coming up too and i don’t know what they are but i’m sure they’ll be nice. actorss the street are some trees with white flowers, and some with red flowers, and maybe i’ll actually learn what all these flowers and trees are this summer.
my dad knows all the flowers and the trees. mom does too, pretty much. when i was a kid i always assumed that i’d know all the names of flowers and plants and trees, it’s just something you’d wake up one morning and you’d be an adult and you’d know these things.
just like cars – my dad also knows what all cars are, as do many other people, mostly men, but i can only recognize a very limited number of cars, like my own. and volkswagon beetles. easily recognizable vehicles like that.
cars aren’t important.
at least not to me.
i don’t mean to offend you, if you’re one of those kooky car zealots.
ok then.