Miz Flora made us look closer at this orange flower.
“Do you see anything familiar?” she asked. Neither Hickory or I knew what to say. She finally twitched her tail and said, “Don’t look at the color, look at the little flower shape.”
“It is kind of familiar,” Hickory said.
I just flicked my ears. “I give up.”
That made Miz Flora happy. “Butterfly Weed! Relative of Common Milkweed.”
“That pink ball flower?” Hickory looked at her in disbelief.
Sure enough, when we put our noses to them, the little flowers looked the same.
“Squashed acorns,” Hickory muttered. “That would have made a great mystery plant.”