My husband's sense of humour is dry, quite dark and devilishly clever. 95% of the time at least. The other 5% of the time it's things like this that appeal:
I've been trying to get hold of a "Paul's Giant" Pennisetum since then. Knoll Gardens are the only people I've found selling it, and they're anticipating more stock at the end of this month. He also finds Mammillaria cacti hilarious, sniggers like a boy half his age if I mention Morning Glory, and I thought he was going to burst a blood vessel when I introduced him to a Dyckia frigida.
Just an amusing insight into the Hubster's view of the plant kingdom to accompany an otherwise rather boring repost...
I've been trying to get hold of a "Paul's Giant" Pennisetum since then. Knoll Gardens are the only people I've found selling it, and they're anticipating more stock at the end of this month. He also finds Mammillaria cacti hilarious, sniggers like a boy half his age if I mention Morning Glory, and I thought he was going to burst a blood vessel when I introduced him to a Dyckia frigida.
Just an amusing insight into the Hubster's view of the plant kingdom to accompany an otherwise rather boring repost...
I have just acquired a Washingtonia robustus and a Cupressus macrocarpa for the garden. I tried to get hold of a Juniperus communis "Golden Shower", because I thought it would appeal to the Hubster's puerile sense of humour, but it was not to be.
Photos soon.
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