Palm Trees?

Last night was crisp and shivery cold. Soft, diffused moonlight filtered through a light, gauzy haze...another of nature's light show wonders to delight us as we traveled to the second session of our ballroom dancing classes.

At the edge of town, though, there is another light show...this one is to wonder about. On the parking lot, in front of one of the restaurants, stand two fake palm trees. In the daylight, these trees seem out of place enough, because, number one, palm trees do not grow naturally in the south (at least not in our corner of the south); number two, because one of the trees is green, and the other is yellow, and I don't remember ever seeing a live yellow palm tree; and number three, the trees are in front of a Chinese restaurant. And, as we discovered last night, the trees are covered, fronds to tree trunk, in blinking lights!

There are another couple of palm trees in front of the local pool and spa store, which seem better placed than the ones in front of the Chinese restaurant, although I'm still not crazy about them. But then, I'm not crazy about plastic pink flamingos, either. I think both palm trees and pink flamingos belong in Florida, or some other seashore area. My sis would probably disagree, though, since she says she's fond of pink flamingos.

As for me, I prefer magnolias and dogwoods. But as we say in the south...whatever melts your butter.