"That's great, but, um, honey, the ground is frozen and fall is many months away. Soooo what to do now?"
Laughing, he leaves me with the mysterious gift and walks out the door.
I had a lot of things to do that evening so I simply set the pot in the corner of the dining room and
Well, don't ya know, a month goes by and here's my son at the dinner table laughing. Curious, I got close enough to see what had captivated his attention. It was the pot. The hay had been moved and now three green shoots (stalks) were poking through. "Mom, I thought this wasn't supposed to blossom until Spring?"
"Yeah, that's what you told me. Gosh, hon, I don't know but it sure looks like something is going to grow out of that pot."
"Well, you've been watering it, right?"
"Um..." Flashes of accidentally spilt coffee cross my mind but no words to either deny or affirm that any liquid had in fact gotten onto the pot. I pleaded silence. Sometimes that seems best.
"Mom! You didn't water it?!" Before I could try to come to my own rescue, he continued,"Um, does it even get any sun down there in that dark corner?"
Saved by the *ding* of the oven, I was off to retrieve dinner and serve this man-child his meal. Whew! Stuffing his mouth with one of his favorite comfort meals, he too
Well, that was three weeks ago, and this morning when I pulled out my chair to