A patient today mentioned getting blood work done at one of our local draw stations, and it triggered a memory of my mom. The station he went to was the one closest to her house, and before the floods a few years ago, it was a busy doctors' office. Like many of the practices, it was nicely landscaped.
My mom and her best friend noticed the flowers. They admired the flowers. In fact, they coveted the flowers. After a couple of years, they noticed that the perennials were getting pretty dense, and maybe someone helpful should thin out the bulbs?
So one day, they dressed in workman-like clothing, drove up with tools and mulch, and worked on the gardens at the doctors' office for a couple of hours. They did this in broad daylight, rightly figuring that doing this at night would make them look suspicious. They pretended to be professional gardeners, neatly thinning out plants and quietly taking the excess bulbs and shoots home to plant in their own flower beds.
Yup. My mom stole flowers from the nuns.
You cannot beat the chutzpah of old ladies.
Squeaker and I plan to plant some seeds for the garden this weekend. I think I will not share this story with him....yet.
DeeDee
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