On the phone with SYB last night, the subject arose of the jokes kids tell. The evening’s downpour, followed by the unexpected sight of a brilliantly pink-bloomed tree in the plaza outside my office, called to mind this one — among the first I ever learned:

Question: If April showers bring May flowers, what do May flowers bring?
Answer: Pilgrims!

The joke is a lot funnier if you happen to be an eight-year-old… or just have the sensibilities of one. Ah, kids.

Downtown flowers