Angry in the garden...

 I have believed for a long time that a girl and her shovel can change the world.  Since a young child, i would follow my english master gardener grandfather around my mothers gardens, as he created rock paths from stones dug up, and planted tiny slips of green that would become huge luxuriant plants...i have always been happiest with my hands in the dirt, sweat smeared on my face as i am in the flow of the earth, making things happen.

So, i have a huge garden, and on the outside of my fence it used to just be an overgrown jumble of weeds, pine trees and overgrown yew bushes...so, a few years ago, i ripped that all out and put in beautiful borders and landscaping that i designed and created myself. its been a labor of love to pick the garbage out of the plants that occasionally get thrown out of passing cars, but overall, i love the look, love that i am contributing to the beauty of the area, etc.

well, yesterday, i put in a bunch more flowers and shrubs that my mother had thinned from her garden--i was out there until well past dark, spading in new plants and watering them. One was a gorgeous snow white dutch iris...which is twice the size of the japanese iris and lasts longer--i had ONE flower spike--and thats gonna be it for the year--usually they last about a week.

this mornign--the spike was gone--someone came and picked my ONE flower...

bastards....how can anyone take someone elses flower? and it was something i put there to share with everyone, not keep to myself, which i easily could have done, placing it in my equally lovely backyard garden.

I am just angry...mean people suck.