Now, why Begonias should need an education is beyond me – as are so many other, less important, things. But, if I just go along with the premise that they do, then I shall be able to comprehend why these things are.
It is at this point that I ask,
‘Why is monosyllabic such a long word?’
And other questions. Eventually.
Returning to Begonias,
‘Last night I dreamt I went to Begonias again.’
as was once, fictionally, almost uttered by the second Mrs. de Winter in the book ‘Rebecca’ by Daphne du Maurier.
‘Amanda was a carpet-fitter,
Amanda lay a carpet.’
as was recently written by me in my short prose piece, ‘Education for Begonias’
But, to the crux of the matter – or the important bit (whichever you prefer) – the Begonias.
Not the 1963 film directed by Alfred Hitchcock, nor the famous (yet unheard of) pop group from the mid-1960s, but the specific breed of flower. Begonia Obliqua as the Latins might have called it if they were alive today.
Actually, all plants need to be fed and watered with knowledge otherwise they shall remain ignorant and grow the wrong way down a one-way dead-end street.
So, send them to college, fill them with knowledge, and make sure that they ‘are’ Begonias, and not Triffids – there is a difference, but only time William Tell what it is.
Up the Begonias.
Why didn’t I mention ‘Begonias for Beginners’?
There’s your other question.