The Gardener knows.
I couldn't take it. This secret was too much for me to carry alone.
I wrote the address of this blog down on a card, slipped it into the cover of The Secret, wrapped it, and gave it to my husband.
He opened it and gave me The Look. The Look that says, "This better not be what I think it is!"
It took him a few minutes of reading...Then: "Is this a joke??"
Don't judge him too harshly! The poor man has been manipulated in the past. One ill-humored April Fool's joke can create resonating tetchy feelings for years.
He didn't jump up and down like a giddy little school girl, but he evidenced enough affection and tenderness to allay my fears of his displeasure with our latest and greatest news.
I love that man of mine!
Revealingly, The Pod
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