Belle of the Balls

A couple of days before leaving for Northlandia the current Mrs. Blythe and I attended a plant and outdoor festival in St. Pete. Everyone brings their wagon to buy potted stuff and yard ornaments. We forgot the wagon but brought Whizzbang instead.

I'm not all that hepped up for crowds but this is a special fair and I'd tackle my apprehensions any day for a 3 or 4 hour browse at this place. Just lots of cool stuff and fun to browse all the vendor tents and stands. There is even one of those enclosed tents teeming with butterflies.

Whizz was a hit with everyone. We couldn't move 5 feet without people coming over and asking about her, what kind, how old, and what's the name?

Patiently I'd say half Aussie and half Black Mouth Cur. She's about 10 weeks old, and her name is Whizbang. Over and over and over. One woman said, "Well, maybe she'll over come the name. I don't like it." I knew then that that was her name. Whizzbang means "lively, sensational and fast-paced".

I have never received so much attention. She was certainly Bell of the Ball. Speaking of ball. I saw a plant in the milkweed family that is named a Balloon Milkweed.

It is also referred to as the Hairy Balls milkweed. Talk about getting attention! And yes, the current Mrs. Blythe bought a smaller, less expensive Hairy Balls Milkweed.

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