That must be his spring hat.
Bemused indulgence isn’t a lot better than scepticism, Arlo.
What’s the difference between skepticism and bemused self indulgence, especially in this case?
What’s the occasion?
It’s the fevered dream… but when the reality hits of having to water, weed, etc., all of those individual pots, it usually doesn’t continue past the first year. :-)
Your analysis is dead-on.
And we will never have space to sit out here and enjoy the flowers.
He knows she is going to go overboard. Waaaay overboard!
Your doings still fascinate me, and I love watching you be the way you are.
His real answer was “How much is that going to cost?”
You’re gonna have a lot of bee company.
‘Bemused indulgence’ is a good description for my sex life.
That will be a lot of work when you have to move all the pots to clean the patio twice a year.
Janis will find she won’t like the bees visiting that many flowers, and will want a bee bonnet!