Two points to make here: first, contrary to what you may be thinking, I had nothing to do with these trees dying. Second, mom didn’t say, “I told you so”, though she was sorely tempted. So… the landscapers finally agreed to replace the two dead fir trees with something else – after consulting with mom, they decided on 3 Rose of Sharon bushes. Cool. We already have one of those, and it’s rather tast– ummm, I mean attractive. But THEN the landscapers called and said (and this is the kicker!) “The three Altheas are here; can we come put them in the yard?” WHAT!?!?!? The three WHAT?!?!? This is too good to be true! I mean … you know what I was thinking!
Althea. Not the good kind of Althea. I guess "Rose of Sharon" is its nickname. Humans really need to develop a more explicit language, don’t you think?
Oh, sure... they were tasty enough.
I had to go take a breather in our private thinking place. Here I am up there.
As you may be able to see, I'm giving mom the "How could you?" look. I feel so cheated. Sigh. Color me disappointed – to say the LEAST!
Play bows - especially to the REAL Althea,