No End to Gardens: Archive

Inception

Husband: I had a kinda weird dream last night. I was on a sandy beach and there were all these pine trees...
Me: What kind of pine trees?
Husband: Huh? I don't know...
Me: You're sure they were evergreen? 
Husband: I guess so. I didn't really notice.
Me: Were they big? Maybe you were in the Pacific Northwest?
Husband: Well, they weren't huge like coastal redwoods. I don't know where I was. It was just a beach.
Me: Did they look like they had flat tops? Maybe they were Cypresses.
Husband: No, they weren't Cypresses. Look, I don't know—they were, you know, just trees.
Me: But you said they were pine. Did they have long needles or short?
Husband: I didn't notice. They were these green, piney kind of trees!
Me: But I'm just curious about what kind! You're sure they were evergreen....Ah! Wait! Were they pointy? Like Christmas trees? Maybe they were fir...maybe it was British Columbia?
Husband: I don't remember! There was a beach and there were these evergreen trees. I don't know what kind they were. It was a dream!
Me: Well, if you have the same dream again, go check and see what kind they are.
Husband: Fine. Whatever.