He’s cutting the lawn.
It’s never a good sign when he approaches holding something behind his back.
I’ve got something to confess, he says.
He presents this to me.
Apparently the mower snagged it, and snapped it right off. Cage and all.
The flowers were just starting to come out.
Oh well, those are the hazards of mowing.
At least the grass is green again, and growing, so that’s a good thing.
And there’s lots of other dahlias.