The ole bloggeroonie is long overdue for one of these Hubby Humor posts– life lived with my husband is never dull. So he finds great joy in locating native grasses in his wanderings and thus decides collecting and scattering even more of the seed would be a wonderful thing. He makes sure I note his shirt pocket full of Eastern Gamagrass seed on the way home one night, to which I replied, “you may take them home ONLY if you promise to spread them and, you know, not leave them piled up on our dryer or something.” So 6 months later– yup, they have become one with the dryer.
