Brevity by Dan Thompson for February 26, 2015

Awww…. and Rowan is the apple of Grandpa’s eye.

There’s probably even more low-hanging fruit here,

but now that I’ve made a pear of comments, I see no raisin to go on.

Well, unless I think of a real peach.

She has appeal…

She makes a good bread.

He’s Nana’s little puddin’. She loves him a bunch.

Orange you glad they’re here?

Gopher… I heard through the grapevine that there were a few more ripe for the picking….

They’re not berry good…in fact you have to kumquat a ways to make them near palatable….

Now juice see how to tell lime tired…..

Dog…. she has very strict parents…. she can’t elope!

Is that Grampa Martin coming to see Rowan?

This has me laugh-in!

You all are a fruit salad of delight. You should take your show on the road. Anyway, I’m glad I am Grammy.

All he’s got is this yellow fruit since Nana split.

Hee hee hee!

Susan, you ARE awesome!

cdward….Carl Hiaasen, the author, has discovered a perfect rhyme for the word “orange”…..Sporange. A form of the word sporangium, a place where spores are produced….God bless Carl Hiaasen….Now if somebody could help us out with purple and silver….

Nana’s getting old. Ain’t as green as she used to be.