Trying to rid myself of the RNC’s frenetic vibes this week, I turned my attention to doing something productive.
I researched COLEUS.
I wanted to find out the names of the three varieties that are growing profusely in pots on our deck.
At the beginning of the summer I planted six different types of coleus in pots, but three died within weeks of planting. So I thought that next year I’d plant more of the ones that grew, if I could figure out/remember the name of each type.
But, of course, in the process of my research I found more information about coleus than I’d anticipated. Coleus has a long history.
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For instance, did you know:
- that in the scientific community coleus is called PLECTRANTHUS SCUTELLARIOIDES?
- that at one point coleus was referred to as PAINTED NETTLES?
- that some sources say coleus has A CONNECTION TO ARTHURIAN LEGEND?
- that coleus was cultivated by the Mazatecs of Mexico as A HALLUCINOGENIC PLANT?
- that during England’s Victorian period coleus was planted to create what was known as A CARPET GARDEN?
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But my research, inspired by a desire to rise above politics, ended when I discovered the most ridiculously depressing fact about coleus. You see, in the language of flowers coleus means: “How dare you address me that way?!”
That is, the plant means ARROGANCE.
And it was upon learning this that I found myself circling back to my thoughts about the Tangerine Tornado + the Nattering Nabobs of Negativity. I couldn’t believe that I was researching a plant whose meaning embodied all that The Donald represents, when my goal was to avoid thinking or hearing on the news about his nonsense.
Now how defeating, and oddly metaphorical, is that?