Hi, there, gg! How sweet your wedding ring story. :)
One of our older customers lost his in a row of rutabagas. He was distraught. He’d been married something like 75 years. He came back to the garden center and told us about it. My boss, quick thinker that he is, said so-and-so has a metal detector. They got him, went back to the rutabaga patch, and found it.
Such a symbol, and it means so much. Not that you can’t go out and buy a new one any day of the week, but it’s not the same.
Have a great day!