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.
Ah, no, Frank. Geez. I am sorry.
ReplyDeleteDo you have any ideas about who, why? You have to jump the fence to get in, don't you?
Marie, I have no idea. And, yes, you must leap over the iron fence, but its low.
DeleteThe 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.
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.
ReplyDeleteTerri, I agree. That's a busy corner with lots of passersby, which makes it a target as much as a pleasure.
DeleteYour landlord isn't trying to move you along is he?
ReplyDeleteTime to start looking for Rudolph. A sure sign.
I just don't understand this kind of thing. I shake my head in disbelief. So sorry.
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