The Spoiler and I were out to dinner before Christmas and somehow the topic of these plants came up. Except as usual, when the Spoiler and I are discussing plants, the conversation sounded sort of like a “who’s on first” routine.
First, he asked me if we could get rid of the bunch of dead sticks. Having no idea that he was referring to my over-wintering figs, I said, “yes, of course; where are they?”
Once I explained that his “dead sticks” were really just dormant plants, he was unmoved. They are at the entrance to his “man cave” and apparently “manly men,” as well as the occasional clients he sees there when he is working smarter not harder, are offended by over-wintering plants.
So we compromised. Now that the decorations are down and away, I can winter them in a back room where no one will have to see them and be offended.
The Spoiler strikes again. Sigh.