Unzipped at last

"What on earth are those things?," B.J. asked at the back deck last month.

I swiveled around, and looked at the big spikes coming up out of the foxtail palms, and told her that with any luck they'd unzip themselves into new fronds while she and my mom were here.

No such luck, though this week they've started, dancing in the breezes.

[By the way, I've heard that some people in other parts of the country don't have sunshine and warm weather. My sincerest condolences. And you can make it up to us by gloating about your conditions next hurricane season.]