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Well,here is the beginning of our family garden. The strawberries are along the left, and the watermelon is right hand side front. Then there are four peppers in front of the eight tomatoes. It has been three days now. So far so good.
On the other hand, this is now my front flower bed. Yesterday morning it had been filled with gorgeous tulips in bright, springtime colors.
As I was making dinner yesterday 6 year old neighbor girl rang the doorbell. When I opened the door, she spit out "My brother picked all your flowers. Sorry."
I am sure I gasped when I saw my once full flowerbed. I was so bummed out.
Now her brother is 4, and like all boys is curious and has some boundary issues. The Boy did the same thing here once upon a time. But this neighbor girl has a tendency to blame everyone else when she is in trouble, so I wonder if she wasn't at least an accomplice. My hunch tells me she may have orchestrated the bloom heist and then knew the brother would get blamed.
The saddest part is that they picked the tulips with only 3 inches of stem, so they couldn't even be salvaged as an arrangement indoors.
Their mom came over when she saw me out looking at my molested flower bed. She was obviously embarrassed. What do you say? She was mortified. I tried to tell the mom that I understand they are kids, but still. I wanted the kids to really understand that this was not OK.
When The Boy tried this same trick--badgered by The Girl or not, I still don't know for sure--he got a spanking. He never picked the neighbor's flowers again. I know that this will not be the fate of the neighbor kids.
This past week or so the weather has been back to the yucky, almost March rain-snow mix and was taking its toll on my psyche. I am so ready for warmth and sunshine and spring and summer. Some days when I would leave or come back to the house, that blast of bright color was enough to keep me going another day.
Now it looks like the mid March bloom pattern our there, only the Columbine is bushier and the Allium Giganteum is coming to the blooming stage. Let's hope those survive the kids.
I know they are only kids, but it still irritates me. Am I out of line? What ever happened to respecting other people's property? I remember distinctly being taught not to even walk on people's lawns...that is what the driveway or sidewalk is for. Isn't that this same principle?
At least the garden is safe. It is inside the fenced-in back yard. Though this resembles the white trash holy land, the garden is safe enough and tucked out of the sight and fingers of the neighbor kids.
2 comments:
When I read about this on FB, I felt sick for you! It's too bad we can't control neighborhood kids. A neighbor boy of ours once tried to whack my daughters head off with a long piece of rebar. Luckily she ducked - he missed her, but the bar flew out of his hands and right through my big picture window, shattering it! His dad said, laughing, "be glad he didn't hit her in the head! He usually has a pretty good aim" The boy was never punished or in trouble with his parents. Needless to say, that kid is now grown up and has permanent residence at the prison. Long story to say, I feel your pain.
If they bloom (or if they don't), remember the sunny, south, St. G. is ALWAYS open to you. Come anytime!
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