In Search of a Scent

I went flower picking with the ghost of General Robert E. Lee.

General Lee had a penchant for petunias. But we weren’t finding any petunias and General Lee was getting angry.

General Lee said, “I can’t understand why there isn’t a petunia to be found.”

I said, “I understand your frustration, but maybe it would help to know that petunia’s are not native to this part of the country.”

General Lee became furious and took out his sword and cut down all the flowers in a ten-foot swath.

I looked down amidst the daffodils, roses, daisies and tulips and saw a single petunia. I held it up.

I said, “I found a visitor!”

General Lee took the petunia is his hands, sniffed it and said, “At long last, a friendly gesture from the gods!”

I didn’t want to ruin the moment by mentioning that we no longer consider the gods a source of action.