Daughter: (Studiously ignores him).
Dad: To eat some cherries.
Daughter: (Not looking up from her phone). Maple trees don't have cherries, Dad.
Dad: He brought his own.
"It's not a poplar tree contest."
The task always saps my strength.
Neither team plays professional level Hockey.
Then there’s me over here, “I guess tree names were poplar. “
It was from my Aunt Jemima
I wasn't too confident in my tree identification skills, but my instructor said "Oak, aye.". My syrup sure did taste funny though.
Then I realized, of course they sent it. Otherwise it would have never come.
"GASP! That's indehiscent!"
It starts out sappy but ends up sweet.
That stuff doesn't grow on trees, you know!