Head in the Blossoms, Feet in the Air

Why exactly is Bart Brassica taking up this heroic, romantic pose mid blossom? Has it something to do, or something to outdo, with Mr Farmhand's recent foray into elegant world of gardening magazines? 
 In any case Granny Egg  (who, you guessed it, took this photo with her paparazzi special lens from Innovare), has been ringing Bart to see if the phone might tempt him to get out down from the ornamental cherry tree. This is not because she wants to talk to him, but because she has a bet with Mavis that Bart is pretty nigh stuck.  It is the kind of one-sided bet that has been irritating Mavis since she was four years old.  Mavis, who says she has to go over to the Brassica  Farm to pick up some more postcards (see Tinned Fruite Coupe ), which have, surprisingly sold out,  and make sure Bart gets his head out of the clouds.

A Turnip for the Books

It may come as a bit of surprise to some parties, but Mr , or as Mavis Eggwhistle now calls him, our Mr Farmhand, has landed a job as a male model for an upmarket English gardening glossy. This recherche chic has Bart Brassica approaching as near to cross-eyed with annoyance as a one-eyed man can get.  There is no doubt that Mr Farmhand looks deucedly elegant here, in what we might say is a turnip for the books.
Naturally, it is Ms Periz who is in charge of the photo shoot.

Tinned Fruit Coupe-ability Breeds Success

One of Farmer Brassica's natural concerns is the weather and how his farm  can cope with the increasingly wild weather events thrown his way and still produce vitamin rich cash crops. With this in mind, and taking into account the popularity of tinned fruit Bart has set out to develop his own line of  specially bred fruit that is not tinned but fibre-glassed. Due to certain economies of scale the fruit has to be rather oversize, and somewhat unnatural looking. Exterior wise it is tougher than tin and looks, at least to Bart, reasonably appealing. Mavis Eggwhistle, who has said she would not so much as attempt to peel one of the grapes in case her arms fell off again, has said Bart would be better using them as a tourist attraction - The World's Largest Fruit Coupe . Now Bart is trying to sell this postcard of him for 50cents apiece and Mavis has reluctantly agreed to stock them at The Whistle Stoppe Floriste Shoppe, though she says she meant  laughing stock.

Head wear in Eden

 It might be that I've missed something but in the trips to Falls I've ever taken, and there have been some doosies, it has never occurred to me to wear a kerchief.  This pictogram seems a little like a model for behaviour, let the stick carrying man lead and give him the back pack.  Or perhaps I've under read this and it's an allusion to the Fall from Grace.  Worryingly the couple here do not seem to have taken any notice of the suggested skywards direction and are valiantly setting off to the west. 

The oddly named Minihaha Falls to which this pair were signposts to, is well worth the walk, though the fallen handrail, replaced by Danger Danger Danger tape, down the steep rock stairs glossed with its own supply of water may be what might be what this pair, in their wisdom, are avoiding.

The Effects of Purple Haze

You might remember from when we last saw him, Mr Farmhand was suffering from the effects of vertigo atop of a Cardoon (see Cardoonifications)  with his cousin Frank Winkler, gesticulating in a florid way at a lower echelon. In this parlous state Mr Farmhand was practically stuck, muttering something about he couldn't face getting down and when he did he would be taking Frank to the cleaners. Frank, in an encouraging way, promised to give Mr Farmhand his purple cardigan, if he would just finish the job. Mr Farmhand, who has never had more than shirt, trousers,bowler hat and hoe to his name was so incensed by Frank's namby bribe, he starting yelling out I'll give you Purple Cardoonigan, I'll give you Purple Cardigoons, - well, quite a few times. Seeing the force of the sentiment actualised in this way Frank has now skedadled, adding, the advice, which perhaps has some merit in it, that Mr Farmhand was off his face.
Thanks to Ms Ingrid Periz for the photograph.

Old King Kohlrabi

The kohlrabi with its lanky arms seems like it could have evolved in a centrifuge, the body spinning top shape and arms flying out as if trying to slow the process down.  It looks downbeat but then that regal rich purple, suggest it might be King of the Brassica.