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Saturday, April 11, 2009

Garden planning.

After a trip to the Garden Center, I report my findings to the Historian:

Me (waxing rhapsodic): . . . and I found the rose --I'm pretty sure this was the rose--that was in my backyard in California, when I was in high school!

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.

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2 comments:

  1. ann cannon10:10 AM

    LOVE that historian. Get the rose. You must!

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  2. Nik2:44 PM

    This 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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