No one takes care of their gardens. It was up to me to take the loriope from the Greenes’ yard and plant it in the common area. Didn’t they know their patch was overgrown? The Ferbers’ hostas were fading. I had to cut them back. The Woolfs’ yard—so dull! Marigolds from the Butlers made it so much prettier. The whole neighborhood looks better.
But plants can be unpredictable. No matter how often I take it out, that horrible smelling Crown Imperial keeps coming back, always at my doorstep. No wonder no one stops by to thank me.
But plants can be unpredictable. No matter how often I take it out, that horrible smelling Crown Imperial keeps coming back, always at my doorstep. No wonder no one stops by to thank me.
