Thing about okra is the surprise when it blooms, people I know who had never seen one before would say they knew about okra, even liked it, and if they would have thought about it they would have assumed it flowered but didn’t have any idea how attractive it could be.
Kind of interesting in that it is a sturdy plant and looks like one but until it begins to flower you aren’t aware of the beauty within.
Same thing with weeds, the bane of gardens, and yet some produce beautiful flowers.
I knew an old man once who was fascinated about all things related to the “wild west”, had read volumes about it and was something of an historian – he would tell me tales about outlaws and notable figures and I in turn would tell him stories about our historical figures.
He wore dentures but wasn’t always inclined to use them, when he opted not to it could get a little amusing and I would do my best to keep a straight face.
I knew nothing about “wild west” women of that era like Annie Oakley and Belle Star, hence the title of this particular blog – when my friend minus his dentures would speak of Oakley it came out okra, and I initially thought her name was Annie Okra until her name came up again when he was fully teethed and he pronounced it Oakley.
He was a good man and I enjoyed his company.