Steve: “I wish that Blue Spruce would get some pinecones on it so I could get some seeds.”
Me: “Is it a sexy tree?”
Steve: “You mean does it need another tree to pollinate it? I think you are asking how it propagates.”
yeah. I was. I love him. He knows what I mean when I don’t know how to say it. The blue spruce, I used to call the tree of life because of the wildlife living it it. It is now the sexy tree.
This is typical of how I talk when I am sick. Can’t find the word or string of words. Steve has become a great translator.