Good evening, ladies and germs. I just flew in from London, and boy are my leaves tired!

Granted, nurseries are not a place you usually find humor. They’re about as funny as janitorial-supply stores.

But PT’s Far Reaches Farm, a rare-plant specialty mail order/retail nursery out on Hastings, is hardly your ordinary greenhouse. It’s technically a Botanical Conservancy, where you’ll find exotic plants from all over the world, harvested personally by well-traveled co-owners Sue Milliken and Kelly Dodson.

The gardens are well-known by rare-plant enthusiasts worldwide. Martha Stewart showed up at Far Reaches with her camera crew not long ago. And impish Seattle garden guru Ciscoe Morris (“Ooh la la!”) of KIRO Radio and KING-TV,  is a big Far Reaches fan and mentions the exotica gardens often.

My wife, a Master Gardener, loves these unusual plants from around the world. Dodson and Milliken were married under a monkey-tailed hornbeam tree in China. (“I proposed to her on a dusty hill in Chile,” Dodson says). The couple is flying back to London soon to bring exotica to the world’s most prestigious greenhouse, Kew Gardens. Impressive.

But I’m attracted to Far Reaches by the funny, clever labels Dodson puts on some of the rare plants. Some have a local twist. Like the one on the Cianthus arpadianus: “We are always attracted to tight buns, and this predilection doesn’t change even when they are prickly buns. Not sure what that says about us, but best to leave that stone unturned.”

-Or this, on an Erngium bourgatti (sounds like an Italian sports car): “Likes a sunny, poor soil and is known for laughing disdainfully at Port Townsend deer, the modern rats of the new millennium.” (Couldn’t have said it better, Kelly!)

-This on the Embothrium coccineum: “If we could choose only one plant for a desert island, we would be sitting beneath an Embothrium munching a Tyler Street Pesto Savory Scone and drinking a Townsend Bay Pinot Gris.”

Maybe the name Gladiolus papillo doesn’t sound funny, but here’s the way Dodson’s label describes it: “Its flowers with dark eye patches have frequently caused plant geeks to start speaking in tongues and offer creative enticements...we have had to say no until now.”

As Seattle Far Reaches fan Ciscoe Morris likes to say,  “Ooh la la!”

Let me know when you’ve had your chloro-fill of plant jokes.

FIFTY YEARS — With HIM??? My wife gets that a lot these days as we approach our 50th anniversary next week.

Pretty sure it’s our golden anniversary, since we’ve already passed the paper, gypsum, tin, and cubic zirconia milestones.

How was I lucky enough to marry the finest person I ever met? Better question: How could my beloved Jean ever put up with me and the nonstop jokes for five decades? Like Taylor Swift’s popularity, this remains one of life's true mysteries.

Many people are genuinely astonished when we tell them how long we’ve been married. It reminds me of — yes, a joke - about the two most popular pastimes in California: 1) jogging; and 2) helping a recently divorced friend move.

Something I’m far more proud of than the longevity of our marriage: The two remarkable children we raised together. I’m not joking.

(PT resident Bill Mann has written the humor column for USA TODAY and CBS MarketWatch.com. He’s always on the lookout for  funny items and funny people. Contact him at Newsmann9@gmail.com