A bonus joke for you, from Will & Guy:
Bob is walking down a country road when he spots Farmer Harris standing in the middle of a huge field of corn doing absolutely nothing. Bob, curious to find out what’s happening, walks all the way out to the farmer and asks him, “Excuse me, Farmer Harris, could you tell me what you are you doing?”
“I’m trying to win a Nobel Prize,” the farmer replies.
“A Nobel Prize?” enquires Bob, puzzled. “How?”
“Well, I heard they give the Nobel Prize to people who are out standing in their field.”
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Talking of farmers and their fields, some women dream of being with a man like the farmer who planted a private field in the shape of a heart, to honour his dead wife (read the story here):
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I dream of one day having a tidy house. Look at the mess the Hub left recently, for me to find and clear up:
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With mess like that Tilly, you should be rushing to make a lovely bag to put it in! Did enjoy the farmer’s quest for the Nobel Prize:)
I didn’t make a lovely bag, but I have got them saved in my notebook in a little plastic bag
You are definitely an expert at sweet and sour – ha!
This is the most beautiful mess I’ve ever seen
I wouldn’t mind finding that in my kitchen, instead of the dirty coffee cups 
Oh, I find those too
I’m glad I’m not the only one
We should start a club
And a workshop…. “Cups and glases – they don’t have legs – how to keep them clean with a man in the house”
Excellent addition
That is no mess: that is a love poem.
Ssshhh! If he knows I know that, I’ll have to be nice to him.
tissue paper blue hearts like giant wedding confetti – that man would plant a forest for you
Do you know, I think he would
That’s a pretty nice mess. I saw that photo of the trees on the TV news. Seems no one knew about it until recently when someone saw it from the air. What a beautiful tribute.
Yes, and all the sweeter for being so private.
Your Hub is a keeper. I can just imagine the gleam in his eye as he was cutting up his heart creations to surprise you. Men do have the quirky habit of surprising us so sweetly into forgetting and overlooking so many things. Lol
It’s true; he gets away with murder by showering me with love notes and being nice to me.
And your not even dead yet – hahaha – romance is in the air
Hadn’t thought of it that way
What a creative photo for the weekly photo challenge! You rock …
Thanks
How sweet he is — such a love!
He is, really; but don’t tell I said so
Your hubby is a gem! What pretty blue hearts!
He is; they are
Nice post. Perhaps you should have titled it,”Men trying to win women’s hearts.” In the case of the farmer, its a little late.
I hope she knew how he felt before she died.
What sweet tributes. The forest and your blue hearts. Ahhhhhhhhh.
So sweet, my teeth hurt.
What a sweet man you have there.
Ah, sweet husband. I had a valentine’s card once full of tissue paper hearts. I tried to open it discreetly…
I’d have given that Farmer the prize
You do have a lovely hub, Tilly.
Men! Sometimes they can be so sweet, it’s hard to remember what we were angry about . . .
They’re sneaky like that.
The Hub’s got it right – at least you’re still alive to enjoy the utterly romantic gesture, *sigh*
Did you count them? – fifty hearts of blue beats Fifty Shades of Grey every time, in my book
How romantic!
Ah! That’s a very special gift…I’m afraid that on too many occasions my lack of tidiness would make it hard for me to see them!
How nice to find surprises now and again! Debra
More now than again, if I’m honest
Out standing in my field today!
I saw – all those posts! Wish I could comment.
LOL I love the joke!
Aww this photo is so lovely!
If your husband had a large property, I bet he’d create a big field in the shape of a heart for you too. But for now, the paper hearts will have to do and they’re very cute.
He probably would. Soppy old duffer.
Awww! That’s so sweet!