“stayed home again. dad brought home a flower plant for mother’s day as I could not get out”
I must have been bad not to be able to go out anywhere? Or at least too bad to have got on my bike to go and pick up a Mother’s Day present.
The description of a “flower plant” is testament to my ignorance about all things “nature”. I evidently could not differentiate between the two. Even now I describe any brand of tree as “a tree”, and any plant as “a plant”.
Sometimes I use colours to explain the difference between one flower and another, but with the possible exception of a rose, I could NOT tell you you the name of plants and flowers in people’s garden. It’s a constant source of embarrassment to me. My Dad was a gardener, my wife is a gardener. I am not.
The story of my life is called “The Constant Non-Gardener”