After a trip to the Garden Center, I report my findings to the Historian:
Historian (very good sport): Mmmm!
Me: It's a Grandiflora. (suddenly pedantic:) That means a big tall bush. With big flowers. It's called the Queen Elizabeth. Big pink flowers.
Historian: (pauses.) So did you buy it?
Me: No, I decided to wait because I knew I would need you to dig some holes. So I thought I should talk to you first.
Historian: . . .
Me: How do you feel about that?
Historian: . . . conflicted.
LOVE that historian. Get the rose. You must!
ReplyDeleteThis story reminds me of the scarf story. I have a hard time making purchases too but unlike you, I never seem to manage the energy to go back to the store. So I hope you're there now--buying the Grandiflora(sp?) after having convinced the Historian to dig the lovely holes (a sequel to the Sebold novel? Possibly).
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