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Ablang 31-01-2005 04:17 AM

Which of these fast-growing trees is prettiest?
 
http://www.smud.org/residential/savi...s/choices.html

Red Maple / Acer rubrum Red M Mod/Fast
River Birch / Betula nigra Yellow W Fast
Scarlet Oak / Quercus coccinea Red M
Mod/Fast
Bur Oak / Quercus macrocarpa M Mod/Fast
Willow Oak / Quercus phellos Red M Mod/Fast
Red Oak / Quercus rubra Red M Mod/Fast


===
"Knowledge of what is possible is the beginning of happiness."
-- George Santayana

Ablang 31-01-2005 04:26 AM

On Sun, 30 Jan 2005 20:17:39 -0800, Ablang
wrote:

http://www.smud.org/residential/savi...s/choices.html


Actually, it turns out one of these might be more suitable.
Suggestions?

Eastern Redbud / Cercis Canadensis Pink Yellow M
Mod/Fast
Washington Hawthorn / Crataegus phaenopyrum White Orange M
Mod/Fast
Crape Myrtle / Lagerstroemia hydrid Various Orange M
Mod/Fast
Bechtel Crabapple / Malus ioenis "Plena" Pink Red M
Mod/Fast


===
"Knowledge of what is possible is the beginning of happiness."
-- George Santayana

Salty Thumb 02-02-2005 01:12 AM

Ablang wrote in
:

On Sun, 30 Jan 2005 20:17:39 -0800, Ablang
wrote:

http://www.smud.org/residential/savi...s/choices.html


Actually, it turns out one of these might be more suitable.
Suggestions?

Eastern Redbud / Cercis Canadensis Pink Yellow M
Mod/Fast
Washington Hawthorn / Crataegus phaenopyrum White Orange
M Mod/Fast
Crape Myrtle / Lagerstroemia hydrid Various Orange M
Mod/Fast
Bechtel Crabapple / Malus ioenis "Plena" Pink Red M
Mod/Fast


===
"Knowledge of what is possible is the beginning of
happiness." -- George Santayana


There once was a King who once was a farmer. One fine day when the
kingdom was not so peaceful, he decided it was time to get married. So
he invited all the hot young farmer's daughters to court in order to
select the prettiest one to wed. Of course, since he once was a farmer,
he also wisely decided that each maiden would also need to bring a fruit
or vegetable to pose with, so he would have something to base his
decision on in case he needed some sort of tie-breaker (and not because
he had some sort of fetish).

So on the appointed day, scores of attractive young ladies arrived at the
palace (which was actually just a hut with fancy trim) bearing a
bountiful harvest, except one poor girl who only brought a handful of
peas. So they stood in a row, posing as the King walked past, wondering
and looking at each in turn, wondering why the lame fairy tale author
thought two piece swimsuits would be too inappropriate for a fairy tale,
that is.

After the King had walked past the last girl, he sat long on his throne
with his hand under his chin as if he were posing for Rodin (or at least
Rodin's fairy tale equivalent who is incidentally not named Rodin, in
order to avoid irate fan mail from bad spellers who seeing so would
mistakenly expect Godzilla to also appear and fight ... but anyway ...)
because the girls were all very beautiful and it was difficult to decide
who was the most beautiful.

After a while, the girls started getting fidgety then angry, as they all
could see where the fairy tale's illustrator drew a two piece swimsuit
and a drooling cartoon wolf's head making hubbahubba noises in a comic
bubble above the King's head. All the girls except for one that is. The
poor girl who only brought a handful of peas could only stand there,
frumpy on the edge of tears thinking all the other girls must be fricken
rich with fricken greenhouses or fricken glasshouses in case you live in
the UK or other locality that uses that term, because it's still fricken
cold outside where the frick are you going to get so many fricken fruits
and fricken vegetables this fricken time of year. Of course she didn't
actually use the word 'fricken' or any of the other verbiage because she
actually was a sweet (and very hot) fairy tale girly girl who would never
say or think such things. But she was visibly upset and did eventually
cry.

Luckily, around that time, the king realized that he could base his
decision on one universal truth, which was fortunate because many of the
girls had stopped posing with their fruits and vegetables and were
getting ready to throw them. So finally the King stood up and declared
that he would marry the most beautiful girl and that he knew the most
beautiful girl to be the crying girl. How did he know? Because everyone
knows: Beauty is in the cry of the pea holder.

Lady Blacksword 02-02-2005 01:16 AM

*Throws over-ripe out of season fruit*
Murri

"Salty Thumb" wrote in message
news:sOVLd.140$uc.121@trnddc04...
Ablang wrote in
:

On Sun, 30 Jan 2005 20:17:39 -0800, Ablang
wrote:

http://www.smud.org/residential/savi...s/choices.html


Actually, it turns out one of these might be more suitable.
Suggestions?

Eastern Redbud / Cercis Canadensis Pink Yellow M
Mod/Fast
Washington Hawthorn / Crataegus phaenopyrum White Orange
M Mod/Fast
Crape Myrtle / Lagerstroemia hydrid Various Orange M
Mod/Fast
Bechtel Crabapple / Malus ioenis "Plena" Pink Red M
Mod/Fast


===
"Knowledge of what is possible is the beginning of
happiness." -- George Santayana


There once was a King who once was a farmer. One fine day when the
kingdom was not so peaceful, he decided it was time to get married. So
he invited all the hot young farmer's daughters to court in order to
select the prettiest one to wed. Of course, since he once was a farmer,
he also wisely decided that each maiden would also need to bring a fruit
or vegetable to pose with, so he would have something to base his
decision on in case he needed some sort of tie-breaker (and not because
he had some sort of fetish).

So on the appointed day, scores of attractive young ladies arrived at the
palace (which was actually just a hut with fancy trim) bearing a
bountiful harvest, except one poor girl who only brought a handful of
peas. So they stood in a row, posing as the King walked past, wondering
and looking at each in turn, wondering why the lame fairy tale author
thought two piece swimsuits would be too inappropriate for a fairy tale,
that is.

After the King had walked past the last girl, he sat long on his throne
with his hand under his chin as if he were posing for Rodin (or at least
Rodin's fairy tale equivalent who is incidentally not named Rodin, in
order to avoid irate fan mail from bad spellers who seeing so would
mistakenly expect Godzilla to also appear and fight ... but anyway ...)
because the girls were all very beautiful and it was difficult to decide
who was the most beautiful.

After a while, the girls started getting fidgety then angry, as they all
could see where the fairy tale's illustrator drew a two piece swimsuit
and a drooling cartoon wolf's head making hubbahubba noises in a comic
bubble above the King's head. All the girls except for one that is. The
poor girl who only brought a handful of peas could only stand there,
frumpy on the edge of tears thinking all the other girls must be fricken
rich with fricken greenhouses or fricken glasshouses in case you live in
the UK or other locality that uses that term, because it's still fricken
cold outside where the frick are you going to get so many fricken fruits
and fricken vegetables this fricken time of year. Of course she didn't
actually use the word 'fricken' or any of the other verbiage because she
actually was a sweet (and very hot) fairy tale girly girl who would never
say or think such things. But she was visibly upset and did eventually
cry.

Luckily, around that time, the king realized that he could base his
decision on one universal truth, which was fortunate because many of the
girls had stopped posing with their fruits and vegetables and were
getting ready to throw them. So finally the King stood up and declared
that he would marry the most beautiful girl and that he knew the most
beautiful girl to be the crying girl. How did he know? Because everyone
knows: Beauty is in the cry of the pea holder.




Cheryl Isaak 02-02-2005 11:10 AM

On 2/1/05 8:12 PM, in article sOVLd.140$uc.121@trnddc04, "Salty Thumb"
wrote:

Ablang wrote in
:

On Sun, 30 Jan 2005 20:17:39 -0800, Ablang
wrote:

http://www.smud.org/residential/savi...s/choices.html


Actually, it turns out one of these might be more suitable.
Suggestions?

Eastern Redbud / Cercis Canadensis Pink Yellow M
Mod/Fast
Washington Hawthorn / Crataegus phaenopyrum White Orange
M Mod/Fast
Crape Myrtle / Lagerstroemia hydrid Various Orange M
Mod/Fast
Bechtel Crabapple / Malus ioenis "Plena" Pink Red M
Mod/Fast


===
"Knowledge of what is possible is the beginning of
happiness." -- George Santayana


There once was a King who once was a farmer. One fine day when the
kingdom was not so peaceful, he decided it was time to get married. So
he invited all the hot young farmer's daughters to court in order to
select the prettiest one to wed. Of course, since he once was a farmer,
he also wisely decided that each maiden would also need to bring a fruit
or vegetable to pose with, so he would have something to base his
decision on in case he needed some sort of tie-breaker (and not because
he had some sort of fetish).

So on the appointed day, scores of attractive young ladies arrived at the
palace (which was actually just a hut with fancy trim) bearing a
bountiful harvest, except one poor girl who only brought a handful of
peas. So they stood in a row, posing as the King walked past, wondering
and looking at each in turn, wondering why the lame fairy tale author
thought two piece swimsuits would be too inappropriate for a fairy tale,
that is.

After the King had walked past the last girl, he sat long on his throne
with his hand under his chin as if he were posing for Rodin (or at least
Rodin's fairy tale equivalent who is incidentally not named Rodin, in
order to avoid irate fan mail from bad spellers who seeing so would
mistakenly expect Godzilla to also appear and fight ... but anyway ...)
because the girls were all very beautiful and it was difficult to decide
who was the most beautiful.

After a while, the girls started getting fidgety then angry, as they all
could see where the fairy tale's illustrator drew a two piece swimsuit
and a drooling cartoon wolf's head making hubbahubba noises in a comic
bubble above the King's head. All the girls except for one that is. The
poor girl who only brought a handful of peas could only stand there,
frumpy on the edge of tears thinking all the other girls must be fricken
rich with fricken greenhouses or fricken glasshouses in case you live in
the UK or other locality that uses that term, because it's still fricken
cold outside where the frick are you going to get so many fricken fruits
and fricken vegetables this fricken time of year. Of course she didn't
actually use the word 'fricken' or any of the other verbiage because she
actually was a sweet (and very hot) fairy tale girly girl who would never
say or think such things. But she was visibly upset and did eventually
cry.

Luckily, around that time, the king realized that he could base his
decision on one universal truth, which was fortunate because many of the
girls had stopped posing with their fruits and vegetables and were
getting ready to throw them. So finally the King stood up and declared
that he would marry the most beautiful girl and that he knew the most
beautiful girl to be the crying girl. How did he know? Because everyone
knows: Beauty is in the cry of the pea holder.



Salty - may I share this!

Cheryl


Salty Thumb 02-02-2005 01:48 PM

"Lady Blacksword" wrote in
:

*Throws over-ripe out of season fruit*
Murri


Didn't like that one?

There once was a handsome grain farmer who had a side business mass
producing tiny life-sized insect replicas. At one point in his life he had
the good fortune to date a famous supermodel. Understandably, to get some
privacy, the couple would often fool around in the farmer's field of grain.
The secret didn't last long though, and soon afterwards, whenever the
couple was thought to have secluded themselves, the town gossips would run
around spreading the news - "Beauty is in the rye of the bee-molder!"

Salty Thumb 02-02-2005 01:48 PM

Cheryl Isaak wrote in
:

Salty - may I share this!

Cheryl


Sure, be my guest. Happy Groundhog Day!



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