These lovely flowers have nothing to do with the post, but they are so bright and pretty.
My good friend's husband knocked on our front door last week. After putting our crazy dogs away, I answered the door. As I opened it I noticed he was holding flowers. Well- sort of. He handed me this.
O's hubby: "These are for you. They're not from me. They're from my wife."
Me: "Oh, thank you." (Now reread that with large question marks in my voice.)
O's hubby: "I didn't want you to get the wrong idea."
Me: "Good. Because if they are from you, you sure are cheap!"
O's hubby: (roaring laughter)
I believe these are supposed to root for me and supply me with the lovely pink hydrangeas I have been wanting for the last few years. They are turning very brown, so I may purchase a baby bush and thank her profusely next time she comes to the farm.:)