I took Leonard to the donut shop yesterday morning. In his own words, “I like a baked apple fritter and a cold chocolate milk on an overcast Sunday morning…and you can’t get a BAKED apple fritter just anywhere ya know.” I had a croissant and a latte and realized I only ordered those items because it was trendy, and there I was sitting with a guy that truly marches to the beat of his own drummer. I thought, is he just a bit nuts or could Leonard Carlson actually be a trend setter?
As we enjoyed our pastries under the cloud cover Leonard related a brief story about the summer he worked as a gardener for a wealthy family on some large plantation in the South somewhere. Apparently, he was walking through town one day (I couldn’t get him to explain how he ended up there or exactly what town he was talking about) and he happened into a conversation with a man named Mr. Brinkstone. As they talked, Mr. Brinkstone commented on the lovely orange flowers upon the vines clinging to the walls of the old train station. “Tecomaria capensis,” said Leonard, “better known as the Cape Honeysuckle. Best with southern exposure and when in bloom a great attractor of thirsty hummingbirds.”
Mr. Brinkstone was so impressed with Leonard‘s astute knowledge of the local flora that he hired him to his gardening staff on the spot. Since Leonard had never been on a plantation before he accepted the offer and made no mention of the fact that he had just read that Cape Honeysuckle description off his place mat while eating lunch at the local diner moments earlier.