Which Flower Is That

“It’s arguably, debatable, unclear,” the woman said. “Doubtful I could give you an educated guess.” I had not anticipated this response when I said “good morning.” There were monarchs, white clouds, beautiful daffodils, a gorgeous sky. “Lovely outside,” I suggested. “An ambiguous term,” she stated. I began moving away. Her cantankerous reputation appeared in the back of my mind. “Beautiful monarchs!” I said. “Which flower is that?” she asked. I was no longer worried about her giving me an educated guess.