That is Priceless by Steve Melcher for June 03, 2020

If it is legal why can’t I grow it? Ferns.

“I just know this fern will bring me a nice man. Just not this guy who is doing this painting, he seems to like little girls a bit too much.”

a good example of how the vegetation begins to take over if you stand in one place too long while posing…

“What a day for a daydream…” "…and how he kissed me under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes. "

“One more person calls me a “basket case” and they’re getting this rock upside their head"

Shouldn’t they sell manure in a bag? This little bit is hardly enough.

To THINK!!! I almost stepped in this.

“I’ve been picking Fiddleheads down by the river Charlie! Just thought I’d bring some home and plant them in the back yard.” (I’m fortunate, there’s a Fiddlehead patch near my home and I picked some just last week. They’re a Maine delicacy here in northern Maine.)

“I wish somebody would come up with a different type of ID,” sighed Fern.

I asked for a puppy so I could have a dog to be my companion on my trips to the woods. Instead, I got this pet rock.

A much older Susie Dirkens carries a mudball in case of a Calvin surprise attack.

“Rocks for sale. Get your rocks here.” Molly had head that people in the city needed them, so that they would have something to throw when they rioted.

reminds me of Firesign Theater, still funny after all these years.

…and a hedgehog for my supper.

“Sir, would you give three Farthings for this lump of sh-t?”

I know that it seems absurd/ that ridiculous rumor you’ve heard/- but look how it’s flourished !/ T’is splendidly nourished -/ yes ! A fern grows best from a turd !

Having gotten the fern supply deal with the local hip bars, she knew she’d never want again for her daily gruel.

“Why couldn’t my parents have named me Rose?”

Little Alice B. looking for the ideal spot to hide her pot among the ferns.

The fern gatherer: 

https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Charles_Sillem_Lidderdale_The_fern_gatherer_1877.jpg 

has info and links that point to info about this roughly jumbo envelope size painting.

http://www.alanbarnesfineart.com/artist/charles-sillem-lidderdale/ 

http://www.lidderdale.com/gen058.html 

http://victorian-era.org/charles-sillem-lidderdale-biography.html 

http://www.avictorian.com/Lidderdale_Charles.html 

all have info, or links that point to more info, about this artist, perhaps in addition to what’s pointed to by the title URL. So far, 2 works by him have been used here. 

https://www.gocomics.com/that-is-priceless/2018/05/08?comments=visible 

has the prior (my comment there included the last artist info URL – has him born in 1831 in lifespan at top, but corrects that to 1830 in text below, though it doesn’t consistently use 1830 below that).

Again, a larger strip image is shown by (⌘- or Ctrl-) clicking the image in Mr. Melcher’s MASTERPIECE #2462 (June 2, 2020) blog entry, accessible by the Check out the blog! box after the last comment.

“Jenny Dung-Ball-Plant” just never captured the public’s imagination like Johnny Appleseed.

The problem with clearing out Ferngully as that the pixies were pretty darn pis*ed about it.

The writer’s less-successful niece, Julie Fern.

She just can’t stop fiddling with her fern…

Years later, when Jessica became a big shot in Hollywood, she would tell people how she started out as an intern for Zach Galifianakis.

Mary-Ann, looking for ferns found a big truffle worth big bucks, now she can leave the farm.

Why am I always being stereotyped? I wanted to be the big bad wolf!