Tuesday, October 2, 2012

Thank You, and Goodnight



The other night, walking from the station, I had the peculiar notion to pass by the side yard and have a look. Aren't we always greeted with something when we have these peculiar notions? Well, this something was a trashed garden. I have no idea what or who or why. Just smash, smash and toss. Pots were thrown onto other plants, the irises I painstakingly planted as a back border were mostly torn out or flattened. The perennials to the street side looked danced upon.

And so I give up. This is maybe the third time this year there was damage to this garden. Next year, I will not make any attempt in this side yard. I've got better things to do. 


6 comments:

  1. Ah, no, Frank. Geez. I am sorry.

    Do you have any ideas about who, why? You have to jump the fence to get in, don't you?

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    1. Marie, I have no idea. And, yes, you must leap over the iron fence, but its low.

      The other night I had a dream we looked at a new apartment. It had one of those rooftop backyards and a reindeer with lighted up nose over the front door.

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  2. The moron(s) didn't just ruin your work but destroyed something others undoubtedly enjoyed. I'd clean up the mess and leave the side barren, too.

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    1. Terri, I agree. That's a busy corner with lots of passersby, which makes it a target as much as a pleasure.

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  3. Your landlord isn't trying to move you along is he?

    Time to start looking for Rudolph. A sure sign.

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  4. I just don't understand this kind of thing. I shake my head in disbelief. So sorry.

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