HeMan Hubby and I went to a surprise party last night.
We had a nice time.
We were headed home by 9pm.
Imagine my surprise when we pulled into our drive and saw that the rose bushes I had planted along the property line had been cut down.
Not trimmed or pruned...
Cut to the ground!
By the neighbor who owns the property on the other side of the property line.
The State Police Officer who destroyed my personal property.
The rose bushes that I had gotten from my grandfather's garden before my grandmother died.
The ones that cannot be replaced.
I guess I should be glad that I did not plant the peonies there too or I would have nothing left from my grandparents garden...
The one I spent so much time in...
Watching my grandfather prune and pinch back and weed...
The flowers he took such pride in.
Whatever happened to common courtesy?
To asking if one can cut your grass or your bushes or move your trash cans...
HeMan Hubby does not see the issue...
oh, he feels that it was wrong of them to cut down our bushes without asking...
and he even suggested we extend the fence all the way to the street to make sure they don't do it again...
but to him they are just that, bushes...
while to me...
They are a last little bit of my childhood memories with my grandparents that I could touch and see and smell...
Common courtesy... apparently not so common after all.
