Yes men, I’m talking about you.
Remember the tree planting miracle I posted about a while ago? When the husband dug up and transplanted 3 maple trees to the far corners of our backyard?
Yes, the ones I had to water everyday because we were entering drought conditions.
Well, that stopped when I broke my toe and I told the other half he’d have to take over the job if he wanted his trees to survive.
Water every day I told him.
Which is what I did, religiously, with his little patch of grass seed next to the baby barn.
Under my watchful eye the seed sprouted…
And is now green…
Thick and lush.
The trees?
That the husband didn’t bother to water because of course I don’t know what I’m talking about…..
Not so much.
After brown?
Came bare twig.
If only he’d listened to his wife…
Well in his defense –
He knows what he is doing, he has survived decades living with yo…
Uhhh… ***nevermind***
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And what you clearly meant to say was those have been the best years of his life… right?
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Ha-Ha!
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Hubby may have lost the trees, but at least he still has you — and you don’t even need watering every day.
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I’m very low maintenance. A margarita now and then and I bloom.
😊
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Oh puhleeze–a tree versus grass seed–no comparison–broke toe or no broke toe you had a job to do and didn’t do it and then blame hubby!!
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It was his idea to plant them way down there. He can water them!
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Oh, sorry to hear about your trees. I really hope Markus and I can continue to listen each other. I want to avoid dead trees in the future, and other dead things. Haha!
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So far trees are the only fatality.
😉
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……….and you are surprised…………..why?
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