Title basically. He's been into his garden for like 15 years. I always thought it was a "dad has retired" thing.

This morning my phone goes off at 7:02am. "Cant talk long, just wanted to tell you the big peony in the side yard opened. It's the pink one. Have a good day."

Click.

I'm 31 years old. I have one (1) successfully kept basil plant on my windowsill. I have spent 0 minutes of my life caring about peonies. And i sat there with my phone in my hand and thought "aw, hell yeah, peony pink one."

Im about to go buy a peony. To my dad: i finally get it.