Mrs. D is at the front door with an armful of borrowed crock pot and in the other her agitated boxer tugging. After transferring the heavy pot, exchanging pleasantries and the usual brief small talk, they begin to slide away lingering at a delicate plant along the walkway. ‘Oh! what a beautiful plant and I didn’t know that it gave flowers…’, she compliments. Maybe it was the dogs idea to stop there and admire the bush because he promptly nails it with a hi pressure squirt. I reply deadpan as if neither of us had just witnessed the embarrassing thing, ‘I think it will not be blooming next year’ 😉