That's as may be.
Last weekend Jim and I celebrated our wedding anniversary and I will not be posting about plants. I will be posting about pirates.
In honor of our great occasion we went to see the latest Disney film Pirates of the Caribbean: On Stranger Tides. It's the fourth one and, truth be told, there be nothing new here, poppet.
After nearly a decade, the Jack Sparrow role is no longer wildly original, the swashbuckling no longer swashes, the jokes are self-referential (with three previous films there is a lot to refer back to), the special effects aren't so innovative any more. The Keith Richards thing is old. It's all been done, endlessly.
And we loved every minute of it. Johnny Depp just has to show up, kohl eyed and in costume.
A whole new character was introduced --- a clergyman whose sole purpose in the movie was to stage an argument about moral clemency so that Jack Sparrow (there should be a 'captain' in there) could voice the line "I support the missionary's position". It went on like that.
We shared a huge tub of buttered popcorn, we watched swords flash, mermaids swim, and Penelope Cruz threaten to fall out of her pirate's bustier.
This is a garden blog, you know
Our marriage, not so unlike the leaky ships and tired roles on screen, endures. We have sequels yet to come. Our jokes are stale, we know each others' predictable lines, we stage battles. We sail on.
And I have loved every minute of it with my pirate.
And so . . . . .
Drink up, me hearties, yo ho.