The other night, walking from the station, I had the peculiar notion to pass by the side yard and have a look. Aren't we always greeted with
something when we have these peculiar notions? Well, this something was a trashed garden. I have no idea what or who or why. Just smash, smash and toss. Pots were thrown onto other plants, the irises I painstakingly planted as a back border were mostly torn out or flattened. The perennials to the street side looked danced upon.
And so I give up. This is maybe the third time this year there was damage to this garden. Next year, I will not make any attempt in this side yard. I've got better things to do.
