He readily admits the only reason he would have a yard and me when he buys his house is I need one and the other needs me - he surely isn't going to take car of it himself. So there's no delusions there. But just before the seasons turned, I sent him out into the front yard to pick some herbs I needed for flavoring an Italian dish and there was a spark of "Oh hell - that's cool!" that people get about picking their own food, so I have hope of his tender indulgence and continued enthusiasm.
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