26 thoughts on “Miniature Pineapple

        1. I had a friend in Costa Rica that grew pineapples for export to Europe and the US. He taught me many things about this fruit.

          I wrote about him on one of my OPs. He got shot by a assassin. Did you read that story?

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        2. Good guy. His father was from Germany and his mater is a Tica (Costa Rican). He bought my black pepper plantation at a fair market price when things got too dangerous for me. He could have easily paid me much less under those circumstances, but he insisted on paying me the true value.

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        1. We are hoping so. By we, I mean yours truly and the model for my intel agencies proposed logo. She should be here soon for a romantic candle light dinner and trade negotiations.
          I am thinking – chilled pineapple and chocolate covered strawberries with whipped cream for dessert. Anticipating 4th of July level fireworks at some point during this international trade summit. nCOVID-19 cannot keep a good man down!

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        2. Stop, hermano, stop….All the yumminess of fresh fruit, whipped cream, and *chocolate*….I can barely stand it – from half a world away. Have pity on your guest (and me), por favor. (Smile) Enjoy! That is the cutest pineapple I’ve ever seen.

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        1. Wotan, aka Odin, sacrificed an eye to some deity of wisdom in order to gain all the knowledge there is in the world. So he’s often shown with his hair down over one eye, like Anya and Judy’s images here. I am so inept I can’t post pictures, but if you enter Wotan some images showing him with a lock of hair over half his face should come up.
          Sometimes the eye socket is covered by a slouchy hat. In one image the empty socket beams like a flashlight.
          Wotan’s spear Gugnir ( maybe Gungnir.?) is the guardian of contracts between men. Wotan wanders the earth like a poor pilgrim, half his face obscured, making sure people are observing their obligations and especially the obligation of hospitality to strangers. (At least, that’s how the Daulaire’s Norse mythology I read to my daughter tells it.)

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