What a strange couple of weeks it has been around here. A few weeks ago I had returned home to find this dinky, white, fence stuck into the crack of the pavement that separates our home from our neighbor's. It looked odd and totally out of place so, of course, I did what any mature, sane, adult would do - I took photos of it and posted them on my Facebook page and made fun of it.
Now I have to tell you that my neighbor had, prior to the addition of the fence, put two gorgeous planters in front. These white, plastic, planters were filled with glorious red geraniums and purple morning glories. They looked just lovely with the morning glories cascading over the sides and the geraniums, which were the largest I have ever seen, standing straight and tall saying hello world! Aren't we gorgeous?!
About a week after the fence was "installed" I happened to hear my neighbor talking to another one about it. I found out the reason for it, which I had an inkling was the reason for it all along. She told him it was to keep my weeds from growing onto her side of the walkway. I was so freaking furious I got up off my couch and slammed my living room window closed (my neighbor has a habit of talking about others right in front of our house, [right under my window] so unless you are deaf, you can pretty much hear everything). It was at that point I snapped. I started to concoct all of these awful plans in my head, like ravaging the planters for those geraniums and morning glories and planting them in my own back yard. Better yet, I was going to mistakenly spray the planters with weed killer, while I was out front treating my own sidewalk and driveway (yes, folks the entire front is concrete and bricks). Some way, some how, death and destruction was going to come to those innocent flowers. Every time I passed the fence I got angrier and angrier and delved deeper and deeper into my premeditated revenge. One way or another I was going to have a red geranium in my backyard.
Meanwhile in the back yard....
I had mowed, plucked weeds, and fixed up my two little gardens. I bought my own, fuchsia-colored geranium out of the house, where it spent the winter, and hung it up. I put out my Tommy Bahama umbrella and cleaned the furniture. My geranium already had a burst of flowers, in that glorious color, but it also had 3 buds that seemed to take forever to bloom. Then something crazy happened....
on Friday the buds bloomed. They were red. F f f f f freaky! I don't know how; I don't know why and I don't understand how but a plant that has been fuchsia for a year has suddenly developed a red flower. What I do know is that every time I look at it, while sitting under my umbrella in my clean chair, I get a sense of peace. I look at the red flower, then up at the sky, and say I know; I'm sorry. I went a bit psycho! I know. I was a very bad girl.
What happened to the beautiful flowers in the planters out front? Well, yesterday, we had a doozy of a rainstorm come through the island that lasted for a few hours. The plants are destroyed and water-logged and soggy and sad looking. Now on the other side of the fence aka my side, is my purple orchid, having weathered the storm, standing straight and tall saying hello world! Aren't I gorgeous?
It seems my two weeks of insanity are over. The fence is still there; waiting for someone to trip and fall over it - or the bricks she has put there to fortify it. The flowers were destroyed (including my geranium) and it looks like we are in for more rain. I really, truly, honest-to-good hate petty people and God forgive me I became one for a few crazy weeks. I know though, that as long as God is there to help me weather the storms, and keep up with my weeds, I will be all right.
Mare
PS Look at those billowing weeds. Yikes, get the lawnmower
Update!! Today, (July 24th) the last bloom of the red geranium has turned brown and the screaming pink flowers are now back.
Now I have to tell you that my neighbor had, prior to the addition of the fence, put two gorgeous planters in front. These white, plastic, planters were filled with glorious red geraniums and purple morning glories. They looked just lovely with the morning glories cascading over the sides and the geraniums, which were the largest I have ever seen, standing straight and tall saying hello world! Aren't we gorgeous?!
About a week after the fence was "installed" I happened to hear my neighbor talking to another one about it. I found out the reason for it, which I had an inkling was the reason for it all along. She told him it was to keep my weeds from growing onto her side of the walkway. I was so freaking furious I got up off my couch and slammed my living room window closed (my neighbor has a habit of talking about others right in front of our house, [right under my window] so unless you are deaf, you can pretty much hear everything). It was at that point I snapped. I started to concoct all of these awful plans in my head, like ravaging the planters for those geraniums and morning glories and planting them in my own back yard. Better yet, I was going to mistakenly spray the planters with weed killer, while I was out front treating my own sidewalk and driveway (yes, folks the entire front is concrete and bricks). Some way, some how, death and destruction was going to come to those innocent flowers. Every time I passed the fence I got angrier and angrier and delved deeper and deeper into my premeditated revenge. One way or another I was going to have a red geranium in my backyard.
Meanwhile in the back yard....
I had mowed, plucked weeds, and fixed up my two little gardens. I bought my own, fuchsia-colored geranium out of the house, where it spent the winter, and hung it up. I put out my Tommy Bahama umbrella and cleaned the furniture. My geranium already had a burst of flowers, in that glorious color, but it also had 3 buds that seemed to take forever to bloom. Then something crazy happened....
on Friday the buds bloomed. They were red. F f f f f freaky! I don't know how; I don't know why and I don't understand how but a plant that has been fuchsia for a year has suddenly developed a red flower. What I do know is that every time I look at it, while sitting under my umbrella in my clean chair, I get a sense of peace. I look at the red flower, then up at the sky, and say I know; I'm sorry. I went a bit psycho! I know. I was a very bad girl.
What happened to the beautiful flowers in the planters out front? Well, yesterday, we had a doozy of a rainstorm come through the island that lasted for a few hours. The plants are destroyed and water-logged and soggy and sad looking. Now on the other side of the fence aka my side, is my purple orchid, having weathered the storm, standing straight and tall saying hello world! Aren't I gorgeous?
It seems my two weeks of insanity are over. The fence is still there; waiting for someone to trip and fall over it - or the bricks she has put there to fortify it. The flowers were destroyed (including my geranium) and it looks like we are in for more rain. I really, truly, honest-to-good hate petty people and God forgive me I became one for a few crazy weeks. I know though, that as long as God is there to help me weather the storms, and keep up with my weeds, I will be all right.
Mare
PS Look at those billowing weeds. Yikes, get the lawnmower
Update!! Today, (July 24th) the last bloom of the red geranium has turned brown and the screaming pink flowers are now back.
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