My husband said, “What’s on the deck railing?”
I sensed his disapproval. I cautiously replied, “I’m growing some plants for my garden.”
My husband grinned. “Really? Your plants look like they’re sitting in a pond.”
I bristled and walked over to the seed tray. Crud! It was full of rain water!
“It’s a hydroponic seed starter.” I quickly explained.
“See how the basil is flourishing?” I pontificated. “Some plants prefer wet growing conditions.”
My husband frowned and peered into the water. “Hey, I think I see a fish!”
“No,” I improvised, “that’s the root system of the tomato seedlings.”
“I think we’d better get some fish food, just in case,” My husband murmured.
“Don’t worry. Hydroponics is the new thing in gardening.” I assured him.
“Let me know how it works out.” He smirked as he walked away.
Even though my husband can see right through me,
I still like to pretend that I know what I’m doing.
It’s called “Keeping the Dream Alive.”