The Bradford pear trees are in full bloom this week, and every time we pass them I say to Prince Charming, "Oh! I just wish I could have a little twig-full of blossoms of my very own."
We don't own any Bradford pear trees.
But, you know my prince.
I am very careful about expressing my desires, because I'm afraid he'll sell his watch to fulfill them.
His timepiece is safe for now.
He often walks during his lunch hour.
Tuesday he and his boss walked past a Bradford pear tree which had a broken branch hanging over the sidewalk.
He came home Tuesday night looking like this:
The Inchie looks like this:
I look happy.
I love that man.