Amongst all these oaks, I have two other trees, one is not a money tree and the other happens to be a pine. A scraggly, measly, thin little pine.
But do you see those specks?
All 4,562,566,748 of them?
Believe it or not, I think those are pine cones, being the expert that I'm not.
I am flabbergasted at all the stinking pine cones on this tree.
Pine cones that I apparently am not going to pick up.
I so wish you could see it in real life. It truly is mind boggling. When your mind is like mine, that is.
It's always overkill around here.
If I attempted procreation, I'd probably end up with a litter.
Although if I had a money tree, I wouldn't be complaining. You'd never hear me say one disparaging remark about its fruitfulness.
And I'd share my harvest with all two of you who read this thing.