The ‘Lady Boothby” Fuchsia

“Can I help you?” I said to the chap who’d stopped at my gate and was staring toward my bay window, where I was watering my hanging basket of “Lady Boothby” Fuchsias.

“Oh – they’re rather magnificent, “ he remarked admiringly, “so lovely and full-budded.”

I smiled with pride. “yes, I do like to keep them in good order – I get a lot of admiring glances and remarks from people,  at this time of year, about  the fullness of my ‘Boothbys’ “
 

“I’m not surprised – they are particularly stunning…  I’m a great fan of ‘Boobys’ , but you don’t often see them as beautiful as those.”

“Oh,” I preened, proud of my garden and in particular of this little Fuchsia which was a tricky Fuchsia to get right.  Clearly,,this man was a Fuchsia aficionado.

“It’s the stuff I apply to them every week – I make it up myself to a secret recipe.” I smiled a knowing smile.

“You should market it – it clearly is most effective – they’re the best I’ve seen in some time!”

“Ah, thank you so much! I am very proud of them”

“I must say, I can hardly tear my eyes away from them. – I’d love a closer look – would you mind?”

“Oh, not at all – please help yourself…”

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After he regained consciousness, he realized, she was talking about her Fuchsia plants…  Who knew they called plants after body parts? Booby?   Strange folk, gardeners.