@spendius,
Actually, that's better than I thought it was when I first figured it out. It shows that one might trace in Elsie shades of the fertility goddesses of ancient mythology, which quasi-scientific minds call bullshit. I only had Elsie in mind from having seen many ladies with a passion, bordering on a madness, as all passions are--they wouldn't be passions if they weren't--, to leave a lazy no-good tosspot like me astounded. Nay, astonished even.
It's well known that I'm not a man who would ever criticise such a passion. Passion in ladies is not to be argued with. I've seen it real bad. I once broke down on the motorway and I climbed up the embankment through the bushes, climbed over the fence, sloshed through two fields, one of which had a herd of cows in it, and knocked at the door of the first house I came to which didn't have a BEWARE OF THE DOG sign on the gate. An elderly lady, about 50, of a disposition which gave evidence of a previously held social position somewhat higher than the one I found her in, opened the door. She was almost enchanted to allow me to use her phone. But the whole house was full of indoor plants. And fishtanks. It wasn't as bad as to need a panga to find the phone but it wasn't far off. Greenery House. And she offered my tea and homemade cakes which I couldn't bring myself to decline.
I've seen some others too. One had so many pots, climbing plants and hanging baskets on her expansive verandah that the red/purple/violet radiations made me go all funny.
So, as I said, I don't criticise such manifestations but rather seek to understand them if that is not an impossible ambition. It's a passion for seeing things grow bigger at their careful tending and erecting themselves into the light. It isn't to be confused with a passion for using plants to win prizes in a show. That's something else. And maybe conflated with a passion for certain colours. And representing the elemental good mother and symbol of fertility which is to be found in countless myths from many origins. "Bullshit" some say. Well--they would wouldn't they duckie? as Mandy Rice-Davies famously said outside the Old Bailey. Or nearly so.
My acronym grew on me. I thought it might amuse Rebecca and firefly if I explained why.
"Can you cook and sew, make flowers grow?"
