Serendipity
A quote I stumbled upon in seeking’s diary in an entry made many months ago:
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If the shoe fits, limp in it.
So I was talking with a male friend yesterday online, someone who I respect rather highly. In the midst of the conversation (which was sort of a back and forth joke about what do guys/gals really want) he said: From what I’ve seen especially over at the diary site in many hostile entries, it’s very…
In case any Socialists peek in.
Aunt Artist and Uncle Oregon evidentally had The Flight(s) from Hell on their eastward journey. I didn’t quite follow all of it, but it seems there were two unexpected/extended stop-overs on the way. They only just got in shortly before nine, and aren’t sure they’re going to be up to seeing us. I told them…
Smoke gets in their eyes
It’s been a frustrating day. I have finally gotten up the momentum to sell those Hummel figures that I inherited from my mother. Last night I started doing some research on the web, trying to identify what I had and what I should put as the starting asking price for these pieces. It turns out…
Incinerator
The world is burning. Mother Nature turns arsonist. Matches become weapons. Touch the button, a bomb explodes. The timer hits zero, shrapnel flies. Depress the key and the inflammatory cocktail whizzes along an electronic pathway to detonate at its assigned address. Forget to set the parking brake and the car becomes a missile, its targets…
The night before
I shouldn’t be writing this. I need to finish the wash, make up the bed in the spare bedroom for the kitty-sitter, finish packing, and get to bed so I can get to work early tomorrow and put in a token hour. This time tomorrow I’ll be on a plane to Holland. The Prof and…
Slow and Easy
Best laid plans of mice, men and Salamanders … I slept until nearly 12:30 again today and (sigh) no, I did not get my taxes done. Tomorrow for sure. I told the Socialist to shame me into it. I can’t let them go and chance not getting them done because I was hospitalized. We went…
We have neighborhood hoodlums like this too. I can tell those interested of the Great Mushroom Scare of 2003, courtesy of unsupervised youth. Poor AudreyII, Poor Salamander. I am now in complete awe of Yarngirl.
Ah ha, incognito kitty.
The children should have been taught to respect your garden. Someone failed somewhere in that lesson.
Their parents would be wise in buying some plants for the girls own garden so they too could learn the joy of raising something beautiful.
The kids should not be playing in the parking lot, period!
When I was four years old, I helped myself to some irises in the yard of the next-door-neighbor-lady. My Dad, connecting the dots between headless stalks he’d noticed as he was coming up the driveway and the bouquet he saw me give my mom, marched me RIGHT away over to next-door-neighbor-lady to make an apology. It was a lesson I have NEVER forgotten.
Quite a few of us on the Net are cross with these kids, too. We were ALL getting kind of fond of the Mystery Plant.
Poor AudreyII 🙁
What a sad commentary on our times that children are not taught proper respect for the property and privacy of others.
I’d be tempted to put up a small electric fence and zap the little buggers. I learned to respect those mighty quick when I was a kid. ouch! 🙂
And so are the joys of living in an apartment. Your description and picture brought back memories that make me shudder…. Unsupervised kids… walkways lined with cigarette butts… looking for a parking place…
Perhaps it’s time to concentrate on your patio… a place of your own…not in the path of the devil’s spawn….
~QE
Have you ever thought about being a detective? Seriously, I would be very mad about whoever pinched the flower off.
Your flowers are beautiful, I planted all mine this morning. 🙂
Those purples are just brilliant. You might consider putting a sign up that says "anyone caught picking flowers will have their fingers gnawed off by The Gray Menace". I think most children should be locked up until they are at least 18 and barring that, be kept on a leash.
Sounds to me like those kids are related to the ones on our street who throw rocks at our neighbor’s dogs. The dogs are fenced in their yard, but that doesn’t stop these kids from throwing rocks at them.
I’m so sorry to see your poor Canterbury Bells… What a disappointment to come home and discover.
Julie
Johnny Jump Ups and Petunias make good companions for anything. Dwarf Sweet Peas are another good choice.
Alli
*sigh* I miss kitties hiding behind flowers. TX has been making noises about getting a cat, but we probably wouldn’t unless and until we moved.
my parent’s neighbors used to cut Mom’s roses (they were in the front yard), that is until i raised holy hell. i’d keep guard on the porch and they finally got tired of trying to dodge me. i also managed to harrass them into giving up the puppy they liked to neglect/abuse.
I’m so sorry for your loss.
Seriously, you’re a PEARL Salamander! I couldn’t stop laughing while reading your entry – just because you use language so well trust me, not because of your flower getting murdered.
I can’t wait for the entry after you’ve caught those little girls in action. like decorating each other’s hair with your beautiful buds ;).
oh, the humanity!!! i’d forgotten how evil children can be.
hmmm, how about a pox on her house? favorite toy, perhaps?
You could make an attempt at approaching the parents. Say something along the lines of "Those plants cost me a small fortune (don’t mention that it was a fortune of time trying to figure out what they were), and your children have damaged them. If it happens again I expect to be reimbursed".
That type of approach to parents I thought would not care has worked for me in the past. Amazing how much more attentive parents can be if the possibility of them having to pay out money comes into play.
Alli
You could make an attempt at approaching the parents. Say something along the lines of "Those plants cost me a small fortune (don’t mention that it was a fortune of time trying to figure out what they were), and your children have damaged them. If it happens again I expect to be reimbursed".
That type of approach to parents I thought would not care has worked for me in the past. Amazing how much more attentive parents can be if the possibility of them having to pay out money comes into play.
Alli
That was hilarious!
I thought I recognised the quote, then I realised it came from my diary! Tsk, such a memory.
Your sleuthing is remarkable. Those girls definitely LOOK guilty, but did you rule out the Socialist? Perhaps you’ve done something to upset him?
I’ve thought of a few remedies to protect the dear brethren of poor Audrey II:
* a series of mirrors from said plants reflecting one upon the other all the way to your apartment so you don’t have to be out on your balcony watching at all times;
* security cameras;
* pretend security cameras;
* a sign telling of hidden security cameras;
* a sign telling that the plants belong to known murderers (I didn’t make this one up… on the tiniest little garden in inner city Sydney, a sign said "You wouldn’t steal flowers from a gangster, would you?" I walked passed that every day for a while and the sign seemed to be working)
* barb-wire the perimeter
* a sign saying the plants may be poisonous
* a prickly cactus perimeter
It reminds me of a lovely bloom I had been nurturing, a white agapanthus. My three year old carried it into the kitchen and presented me with its broken off head. I blew up like fireworks in the poor kid’s face. He literally shook with fright. I apologised to him later. That was 13 years ago. Give it a few more years and I guess that story, or the scars caused by it, will be subject for psycho-analysis.
‘Why am I afraid of flowers?’
btw, Cattitude looked sooo sweet!