My husband is not a morning person. Understatement. I am. One morning as we were walking to the car to go to work, I started looking around in the yard.
“How many of these little bushes did we get from the nursery?” I said.
“Three,” he said.
“But isn’t that one too?” I said.
“I don’t know,” he said.
“That’s a mum. I’ll have to cut that back,” I said.
Then I looked at the side yard.
“Look. Grass is starting to come up. Or maybe that’s moss. Do you think that’s moss?” I said.
“I don’t know. It’s too early for a botanical quiz.” He said.
That husband. 🙂