New Mushroom

On Friday Rob asked me to go to Native Nurseries on my lunch hour and get some garlic for planting.

I did, and on the way back to work I texted him, “Got the garlic.” I didn’t mention that I’d also bought a statue of a giant mushroom.

When I got home that night, I opened my trunk and started unloading my purchases.

Rob came out in the driveway and laughed when he saw the giant mushroom. “‘Got the garlic,’ eh?” he said.

“Shut up,” I said, laughing too.

Then he carried the hundred-pound mushroom through the wild petunias and set it up in the spot I’d picked out beside my favorite bench.