for real

      What I found out while we were on holidays was that poinsettias are indigenous to Mexico and Guatemala. I was very happy to discover this. My whole life came into pinprick focus upon hearing this information for I have had a question mark in said life that has continually hovered o'er the yearly potted poinsettia. This singular cute and curvy punctuation has come to represent many questions re: the poinsettia - questions such as why? where? I'm not sure and how come? - each query flooding my mind with concern. Why do poinsettias just pop up in December and vacate the premises after? Where do poinsettias come from? I'm not sure I like poinsettias. (Technically that's not a question of course but it involves mystery and mysteries involve questions so technically it is.) And how come poinsettias represent Christmas? I still have to find the answer to the why and how come (Wikipedia, here I come) but I do know that just knowing they have a real home somewhere and aren't contrived of red construction paper by elves on Candy Cane Lane has endeared me to them and, I believe, (ahem) them to me.
      The real photo above was really taken in real Mexico and is of a real poinsettia really growing in the real ground with real tropical raindrops upon its real leaves. And I really like it.