Friday, August 17, 2012
It was one of those days that tested my patience with humanity. I woke up on Thursday to this scene. Yup...someone had ripped up an Echinacea from my garden overnight.
Going around the corner of the house, however, I realized they didn't just rip up 1 plant...they tore out THREE of them. Someone in our neighborhood apparently HATES Echinacea.
There were a few stems scattered here and there...
One of them, they just tossed onto the ground right next to where it had been planted.
The worst loss was this 3-year-old plant, which was a huge component in the North Border. It was completely uprooted (taking quite a few stems of its fellow Echinacea bed-mates). It was discarded a few feet away, near our neighbor's house.
While the loss in the hell-strip out front isn't terribly noticeable (and actually will create some breathing room for the plants which are probably too close together anyway), the hole on the Northwest corner of the garden is pretty bad.
Amazingly, I found a few Echinacea seedlings where that plant had been...I guess now is their time. After our current heat-wave passes, I'll re-position them to give them a bit more room and and baby them for the next few weeks until the rain returns.
At least I got a bouquet out of the ordeal...and, believe it or not, this is probably only 1/3 of all the stems...most of them were smashed.
And now, let's take a moment to remember how pretty the garden looked for a little while.
To whoever tore up my garden on Wednesday night...I have a shovel on my porch that would love to give you a kiss.