Yesterday was gorgeous, so the kids and I went for a walk with the neighbors at our favorite farm. You’ll never guess who I ran into. The Farmer! Wearing fewer layers than the last time I saw him. Yay, Spring.
I assaulted him with my usual script of questions in a most unnatural fashion (starting with the smooth opener: “What are you doing here? At your place of employment.”). When that was over, he dove back into his work. The next thing I know, my Neighbor, who up until that point had been a loyal and true friend, was over there chatting him up.
I did my best to eavesdrop:
Me: What are they talking about?
Me: Basil, I think.
Me: Basil? Since when is she so interested in basil?
Me: Since always. Don’t you remember mooching it off her every year since your own basil is so pathetic?
Me: Shouldn’t they be done talking by now? It’s just stupid basil.
Me: Basil is awesome. And if you’d been smart, you would have been the one asking all the basil questions.
I hope she got the information she needed. Because she is hereby banned from Drumlin.