Last week, flowers -red and white vinca- were planted beneath the curbside tree. Come Sunday morning, they were not. Someone had uprooted them out and left them scattered on the walk.
Who would do this to a flower?
I imagined some reveler coming from the corner bar stumbled there and
out of need or spitefulness asked the flowers – Love me? Love me not? Gently I pressed them back into their holes. Will they survive? Who knows – flowers are a hardy lot.
Aug. 18 They struck again. This time a clue –
red-wrapped takeout chopsticks planted upright, like someone staking claim.
Mystery solved – seems there is a homeless woman, possibly mentally ill, who has been uprooting plants. (As reported on the neighborhood FB page)