The Itty-Bitty Tale of Botanist Linnea Blanchefleur!

drawing by ana traina ~ 2012

Botanist Linnea Blanchefleur
quite often could be found wearing a pineapple plant tilted just ever so, so,
on a singular part of her,  O’-so carefully placed and well worn, chapeau. 
And with a spyglass up to her all knowing nosey nose,
ready to shout, “By George, I think I’ve found a new type of cottony Rose!

Naturally, she did not, however, that tale comes a bit later.

Of course, some found this to be strange, curious, or seemingly bohemian, like seeing a knight flying a handkerchief kite.
Some even said that the ratty old hat looked as if it had been stricken with a horrible celery blight.
For it was those particular individuals with their garters and laces pinned tight, 
that they were the ones who were most likely to sit in folding chairs and stare, all night.

While others thought it peachy, noteworthy, visionary, dazzling, and even extraordinaire!
Those particular individuals were the ones who were most likely to live near Such-and-such-an-interesting Square,
and loved to read novels without any hero at all, like those in, well, Vanity Fair!
However, Botanist Linnea Blanchefleur, did not give a hoot, a nanny, or the least bit of care,
for some even said that she actually floated on a peppery cinnamon scented air.

Impossible you say? Well, read on and you’ll soon find out that it is not.
For she alone discovered something, something, even rarer than the rarest Gordian knot.
Why she’s the sole founder and keeper of the legendary, “Planta Tartarica Barometeaslott!”

O’ curious travelers came from far and wide to see the one, the only, lilliputian woolly lamb vegetable!
Now, I’ve heard it has been told and I’ve heard it been said that when the little ewe bent down to graze upon the grass below, many shouted, “How adorable!”
And when Botanist Linnea Blanchfleur gently wrangled her little ewe after she tried to run away, most thought this just so, so applaudable.

So the moral of this small and unusual tale is just this,
it does not really matter if you wear a pineapple closed to your hair.
Or even look through a spyglass all the day long without a hoot,  a nanny, or the least bit of care.
It is just so very important that you, like Botanist Linnea Blanchefleur, do what you must dare.
And just perhaps, you too will floated on a peppery cinnamon scented air.

Which I can assure you is ever so pleasurable.