Sometime over the past two or three days, the Divine Miss N and I were watching some odd something nor other on the soon to be defunct, non-digital television, when a fast moving choppy pictured ad came on for, actually I forget, either Dollywood or Pidgeon Forge. I'm not sure there's really any difference, but that's somebody else's beef to blog about. In this flickering fandango of advertising, flashed a view of Dolly Parton herself in a flaming, red-orange, dress. "Wow! Did you see those two big ol'e, orange pumpkins?", I asked Miss N. She took the comment good humoredly, probably because with all the flickering, choppy, picture shuffling of the commercial, there just might have been a couple of big ol'e orange pumpkins. Who could say?
So, it was ironic that when browsing through a rose collection a day later, I came across this big ol'e, flaming, red-orange rose, and lo and behold, it's name is Dolly Parton. Sometime soon, I'll repost my philosophical meandering about the irony of abundance. In short, where there is abundance, there is irony. None lost here, beneath the Carolina moon.
Posted by Dread who has more than his share of irony in his life, and abundance, of course. Here in the south, we are blessed.
alphabet justice: a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z
1 comment:
flickering fandango - you alliterative whiz you !! we are truly blessed in the south I'm reminded more every day .
Post a Comment