You Don’t Bring Me Flowers…

Bad to the phloem! For years I wouldn’t let Dan bring me flowers, I prefer my own and… He’d get it wrong and bring me Alstroemeria or something…

I just told him to not even try. He had to earn the right to bring me flowers, which makes me a little harder to deal with than most women. I imagine normal chicks melt when they get a box of roses or sigh when they get a dozen tulips in spring…

Not I.

I bitch about the roses being scentless and soulless…And the tulips? After planting about 60,000 of them in my career- I’d STILL rather you buy me a dozen bulbs than a dozen cut stems. I don’t care how much fancy tissue they come wrapped in (and I’m a SUCKER for tissue paper).

Now, Dan has learned about plants and gardening. He gets it. Finally.

Good job, honey!

I was so pleased when he brought me home a trio of sunflowers on Friday. They are in season, inexpensive… I didn’t grow any this year… Cheery and fun!

I can’t complain, even though I usually do.

And the BONUS? I’m going to save the seeds and grow them along my fence next year so that I always remember these flowers!



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About Amanda Thomsen

Big, loud and fun- Amanda Thomsen landscapes by day and blogs at night. Her blog, Kiss My Aster, on Horticulture magazine's website has alienated/enraptured dozens. She co-authors a blog called Plants That Suck that is about plants that suck. And she is the less popular half of the podcasting team, Good Enough Gardening, which makes her feel like the "Roy" of of Siegfried and Roy, but without the mauling. She lives in Chicago and does not EVER put ketchup on hot dogs.

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