I used to have a beautiful garden at the side of the house which the wicked landlady had flattened by a digger some fifteen months ago because she obviously doesn't like beauty. It broke my heart and a great many people were very upset because a lot of visitors used to come just to take pictures of the flowers which I enjoyed planting and tending and now it looks like a desert.
As I was taking some shopping to the old man around the corner today, I spotted something sparkling in the sunshine despite the bitterly cold wind and there, under the wall was a patch of violets which had survived despite being scraped up by the digger and having rubble packed down hard over the top of them.
These little flowers looked so beautiful that I decided to 'rescue' them so that I can admire them in my front room. After all, it would be awful if the wicked landlady came along with a can of weedkiller, wouldn't it?
Hi Grandma,
ReplyDeleteYour violets look lovely. I'm sorry your landlady chose to destroy your garden. Sometimes people don't realize how their actions may impact others.