Which of these fast-growing trees is prettiest?

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Red Maple / Acer rubrum          Red     M     Mod/Fast River Birch / Betula nigra          Yellow     W     Fast Scarlet Oak / Quercus coccinea          Red     M Mod/Fast Bur Oak / Quercus macrocarpa               M     Mod/Fast Willow Oak / Quercus phellos          Red     M     Mod/Fast Red Oak / Quercus rubra          Red     M     Mod/Fast
==     "Knowledge of what is possible is the beginning of happiness."         -- George Santayana
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On Sun, 30 Jan 2005 20:17:39 -0800, Ablang

    Actually, it turns out one of these might be more suitable. Suggestions?
Eastern Redbud / Cercis Canadensis     Pink     Yellow     M Mod/Fast Washington Hawthorn / Crataegus phaenopyrum     White     Orange     M Mod/Fast Crape Myrtle / Lagerstroemia hydrid     Various     Orange     M Mod/Fast Bechtel Crabapple / Malus ioenis "Plena"     Pink     Red     M Mod/Fast
==     "Knowledge of what is possible is the beginning of happiness."         -- George Santayana
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wrote:

There once was a King who once was a farmer. One fine day when the kingdom was not so peaceful, he decided it was time to get married. So he invited all the hot young farmer's daughters to court in order to select the prettiest one to wed. Of course, since he once was a farmer, he also wisely decided that each maiden would also need to bring a fruit or vegetable to pose with, so he would have something to base his decision on in case he needed some sort of tie-breaker (and not because he had some sort of fetish).
So on the appointed day, scores of attractive young ladies arrived at the palace (which was actually just a hut with fancy trim) bearing a bountiful harvest, except one poor girl who only brought a handful of peas. So they stood in a row, posing as the King walked past, wondering and looking at each in turn, wondering why the lame fairy tale author thought two piece swimsuits would be too inappropriate for a fairy tale, that is.
After the King had walked past the last girl, he sat long on his throne with his hand under his chin as if he were posing for Rodin (or at least Rodin's fairy tale equivalent who is incidentally not named Rodin, in order to avoid irate fan mail from bad spellers who seeing so would mistakenly expect Godzilla to also appear and fight ... but anyway ...) because the girls were all very beautiful and it was difficult to decide who was the most beautiful.
After a while, the girls started getting fidgety then angry, as they all could see where the fairy tale's illustrator drew a two piece swimsuit and a drooling cartoon wolf's head making hubbahubba noises in a comic bubble above the King's head. All the girls except for one that is. The poor girl who only brought a handful of peas could only stand there, frumpy on the edge of tears thinking all the other girls must be fricken rich with fricken greenhouses or fricken glasshouses in case you live in the UK or other locality that uses that term, because it's still fricken cold outside where the frick are you going to get so many fricken fruits and fricken vegetables this fricken time of year. Of course she didn't actually use the word 'fricken' or any of the other verbiage because she actually was a sweet (and very hot) fairy tale girly girl who would never say or think such things. But she was visibly upset and did eventually cry.
Luckily, around that time, the king realized that he could base his decision on one universal truth, which was fortunate because many of the girls had stopped posing with their fruits and vegetables and were getting ready to throw them. So finally the King stood up and declared that he would marry the most beautiful girl and that he knew the most beautiful girl to be the crying girl. How did he know? Because everyone knows: Beauty is in the cry of the pea holder.
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*Throws over-ripe out of season fruit* Murri
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Didn't like that one?
There once was a handsome grain farmer who had a side business mass producing tiny life-sized insect replicas. At one point in his life he had the good fortune to date a famous supermodel. Understandably, to get some privacy, the couple would often fool around in the farmer's field of grain. The secret didn't last long though, and soon afterwards, whenever the couple was thought to have secluded themselves, the town gossips would run around spreading the news - "Beauty is in the rye of the bee-molder!"
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On 2/1/05 8:12 PM, in article sOVLd.140$uc.121@trnddc04, "Salty Thumb"

Salty - may I share this!
Cheryl
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Sure, be my guest. Happy Groundhog Day!
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