No. 2 son, temporarily residing in Barcelona, thinks that I have one of these growing in the back garden.
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6 comments:
Of course he does. Every kid does.
Nice to be back here after so long. Come and see me again.
You mean you don't? I figured, with all the precipitation you've been having, that it would be more productive than ever this year!
Nurture it well, rise - sounds like he thinks you might need to pick from it!
Children, wherever they live, think that.
Ian ... so nice to see you again! On my way over!
Molly ... the poor tree drowned.
Pauline ...thinks?? More likely assumes ... Sigh.
Mr. Newberry ... what are we doing wrong???
Now there is a challenge for the economists and the plant geneticists. Your back yard could become the site of a wonderful experiment, and the fees you harvest could finance more than Barcelona.
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