“Yes,” I said modestly. “I do. I am a member of the UUCS volunteer gardening crew.”
He pointed to a large tree in the memorial garden. “What is the name of the tree that has those lovely rose-colored flowers?”
“That is a Golden Rain Tree. In August and September, it has delicate yellow flowers that “droppeth as the gentle rain upon the place beneath”. I smiled, having slipped a little of a Shakespeare sonnet into my response - at least I thought it was Shakespeare.
Rather than being impressed, he looked confused. “But what about the rose-colored flowers I see now?”
“Oh, no,” I said, “those are not flowers, they are seed pods. I hate those things. They look nice but then they drop into the garden, germinate, and produce a bazillion little seedlings in the late winter. Having no other gardening skills, I am always assigned to get on my knees and pull them out.”
“Well, I like those rose-colored flowers,” said the new member.
“They are not flowers, they are ........ I stopped mid-sentence, looked him in the eye and said wearily, “yes they are lovely flowers aren’t they?”