May 11, 2004

Flower Power

As I am working on about three hours of sleep, this will be a short post. It seems that in a typical male way (surprise, surprise, even 'sensitive guys' have typical male behaviors) it seems that I may have uprooted a couple of other perennials. Now what drives a certain person a little mad is that I cannot honestly remember if I did it. I'll accept responsibility since the odds are that I did, but the truth is I really don't remember.

Some people may not understand this. But the situation was I was weeding, mowing and watching Liam and making sure he didn't get in any trouble. (Not to worry, the mower is sans power. Just the old-fashioned push kind) Liam did help with some of the raking and gardening but I know he didn't pull anything up. So, that would leave me and the potential of a neat perennial thief in the neighborhood (resale value is questionable here, so that's a long shot at best). I am not trying to abdicate responsibility here, I really just don't remember. Apparently, that was a little too much honesty.

That and saying, after I was suprising told that a certain person essentially followed the progress of said flowers daily over the past year, "their just plants" was like throwing gas on an open flame. In any case, I've learned my botanical lessons and will never pull anything again closely resembling anything but weeds I do know. And for the lovers of the plants in this world, who I just don't totally understand, let me just say, more flower power to you.

Posted by robdesign at May 11, 2004 09:59 PM
Comments

Hope you get out of the doghouse soon!

Posted by: Emily at May 11, 2004 10:59 PM

I'm with you, brother. There was a time when I discovered that my mother's Baby's Breath was actually intentionally planted...and ill-suited to a confrontation with a lawnmower. Since then, I've tried to stay out of the garden. Even my own garden. I'm married to a plant lover. I provide the brute force when holes are being dug and try to avoid any interaction with flora beyond that. Sure, I'm unsupportive and lazy. But I'm still alive. That would not be the case were I to participate more fully in the joy that is gardening.

Posted by: dave at May 12, 2004 11:06 AM

Sahd, so very sahd.

Although I will throw you a bone here: my friend, Mel, lived in both Fells and Federal and EVERY time she planted something, someone would come a steal it. The lady in Fells was the worst, because she only lived two doors down and would then replant the same plants in her own pots on the front stoop. Apparently she had such a problem that she was stealing all the plants of all the people who lived on the little alley, so they had to set up a watch and catch her in the act. She actually had the balls to say that they were her flowers in the first place. Every neighborhood needs a freak.

Bill also had some of his flowers stolen in Canton.

So you see, it actually IS possible that people are stealing them. Maybe not probable, but possible nonetheless.

Posted by: tbtine at May 12, 2004 11:45 PM

Not only did I have flowers stolen, I had kids from north of the park walking by the house reach down, yank flowers out of the pots, and then drop them on the ground to die five steps later. One of the five thousand reasons I'm happy to be out of the city.

Posted by: Ex-Cantonite at May 13, 2004 03:09 PM

I for one, despite the occassional hassles, love living in the city and would never consider moving out. I feel sorry for our dear friend, ex-Cantonite, who was unable to see past the poor neighborhood JDs, and other nuisances, and has come to hate city living. (Or is it just Baltimore City living?) Anyhow, just had to defend my chosen lifestyle.

Posted by: Rob at May 13, 2004 03:59 PM