For years, we’ve been fighting a neighborhood thief who, each spring, steals some of my flowers. Whoever it is digs them up at the roots and just takes them away. That crime has always baffled me completely because:
- Flowers like that are $1.50 for a six-pack
- You will likely kill them doing that (they left too much root behind, and the shock alone is terrible)
- WHO STEALS FLOWERS?!?!?!
Seriously…. It makes no sense.
So now I’m completely baffled. Someone stole our flower boxes. Yep, the whole thing. Two of them.
We’ve had these wooden flower boxes for about five years now. Each spring we plant pansies in them. For summer, we do whatever we fancy that year, such as petunias, snap dragons, marigolds, and so forth. In the top, we have a solar light in each for a nice little touch.
Honestly, they’ve been a defining feature of our house for five years, but here’s the kicker… the wood in the boxes is rotted through, the lights haven’t worked in three years, and the soil is old and sterile. I was actually going to throw them away at the end of the season and replace them with something new.
If they had asked, I would havegiven them away. Seriously. But no, they stole them.
Sigh…. We do love our little home in our little neighborhood, but Courtney said it best yesterday when she pointed out that it isn’t so much the fact that they were stolen as it is the fact that you try to make the neighborhood beautiful for the benefit of all and someone comes and steals it for the benefit of the one.
Yes, we will replace them with something nice and heavy. It’ll probably be a poured cement box that I will mortar in place to make it “steal proof.” And whoever stole them, enjoy. I worked a long time on those boxes, and they brought me happiness. As you sit by them and enjoy the flowers, I hope you taste the ash of your misdeed. Some day, when that has burned in your soul long enough, don’t bother coming to me for forgiveness. I’ve already forgiven and forgotten.
Now where did I put those pressure-sensitive landmines….