"How hard would it be to plant a tree?" She asked, leaning against the threshold of his office door.
He paused, looking over his half-moon lenses.
She stirred herself, "there is no shelter from the onslaught of the sun and I think a sturdy tree, planted in our yard, would cause many thanks from our shaded children and their shaded children after them."
"Uh, can't be too hard, Margaret." #35mm