Rage

Because somebody cut that tulip.  And took it away with them.

Actually, this happens every year, and I forget about it until it happens again.  I spend about one day nearly homicidal over it, then that recedes into annoyance and resignation.  And then I forget.  I know all my neighbors in this building — if any of them did it, it would be from ignorance.  I’ll ask them as I see them, so if they did they will know they shouldn’t do it again.  I plant stuff out front for me and everyone else to enjoy, not for some one person to take and enjoy all by themselves where no one else can see.   Grr.  I don’t mind a bit of harvesting on the herbs out there.  One can’t very well expect not to share those, and I would like to share them, actually.  Just don’t mow them down completely, please, neighbors.   But what kind of cretin cuts a flower that isn’t theirs?

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About sayingthings

K lives in the US with her man and kiddos, knits, cans, dehydrates, bakes bread, (but doesn't cook regular food, particularly), crochets, spins, gardens, studies for a degree that never seems to end, and um, works. Sometimes she wastes time online. Also -- and family, she's looking at you here -- sometimes she swears and says things you might not agree with. But she still loves you.

Posted on April 15, 2009, in Around the House, Plants. Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

  1. knittingunderwater

    Karma baby, karma. One day a giant tulip will fall on that person and they will be crushed, yet smell pretty. Trust me.

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