WTF.
The forsythia was planted by my late husband, and it's taken me many years to prune it to grow up and over the narrow pathway between yards, perhaps crossing the property line by a few inches. Now it's a bunch of hacked-off spikes. (Hours spent just this spring getting it back into shape. HOURS.)
My columbine, my centaurea, my blue cranesbill and my alstromeria: all gone. My beautiful kiwi vine: butchered.
At first I was spitting angry, then I just wanted to cry. Thank the gods I have this venue in which to vent!
I've already drafted a bill to present to him, but no sum of $$ will get me back my plants that I've cultivated and nurtured for 28 years.
What an effing idiot. How about throwing a brick through his window?
ReplyDeleteHa, Cro, I could say I didn't realize the window was on his house
DeleteI feel the assault as well. Muther fooker. How clueless and insensitive. He probably just blame it on the landscaper (I mean the land raper). So sorry for this, T. I had a fence rebuilt after a storm, and the fencing company trampled and broke all my climbing roses. I felt devastated. Still do. I'm heartbroken with you.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Tara. When we nurture these plants for years they become like our children.
DeletexT.
(And so sorry about your roses :-(
I'm so sorry! How frackin' AWFUL!
ReplyDeleteMaybe this neighbor could appareciate a concealed uncovered bucket of rotting fish slurry?
I'm happy to report that he stepped up to the plate and took responsibility. No fishy slurry necessary!
DeleteThat's something, all right. Glad to learn of it.
ReplyDeleteLove, C.