white bearded iris

A conversation my son and I had while cleaning out the dead foliage from these magnificent bearded irises this weekend.

Amiens: I know how to stop ghosts from haunting.

Me: Huh?

Amiens: Ghost school.

Me: How is that?

Amiens: Well, they would be in school and they wouldn’t have time to haunt houses.

Me: But what about on the weekend?

Amiens: They would be so excited to be in school that they would never want to leave.

You have to admire the adoration of being in school at this age. It comes so naturally and can slip away so fast.

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