thistlebloom
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I have an embarrassing story...
Nearly 4 decades ago I was a
Girl Friday/stablehand/gardener for our landlady. the house we rented was a short distance away, but on the same 10 acres.
One day she asked me to clean up on the west side of her house, where there was a mobile home she rented to another young couple. I started in with enthusiasm because that spot had been unsightly for awhile and didn't go with the tidiness of the rest of the property. The tenants were apparently not gardeners and had weeds sprouting all over their little front yard.
They were away for the day, and I cleaned up really well. I thought they'd be pleased and imagined how they would probably thank me, and maybe start taking better care of it themselves. Shortly after I finished they got home and I heard some commotion and raised voices. I was summoned by the chick renter and got a good tongue thrashing for being so stupid for tearing out all her wildflowers.
Seems the malva was her pride and joy. It wasn't blooming yet and looked like common mallow to me, and boy there had been a lot of it!
Never have been able to develop a liking for that particular bloom ever since.
Nearly 4 decades ago I was a
Girl Friday/stablehand/gardener for our landlady. the house we rented was a short distance away, but on the same 10 acres.
One day she asked me to clean up on the west side of her house, where there was a mobile home she rented to another young couple. I started in with enthusiasm because that spot had been unsightly for awhile and didn't go with the tidiness of the rest of the property. The tenants were apparently not gardeners and had weeds sprouting all over their little front yard.
They were away for the day, and I cleaned up really well. I thought they'd be pleased and imagined how they would probably thank me, and maybe start taking better care of it themselves. Shortly after I finished they got home and I heard some commotion and raised voices. I was summoned by the chick renter and got a good tongue thrashing for being so stupid for tearing out all her wildflowers.
Seems the malva was her pride and joy. It wasn't blooming yet and looked like common mallow to me, and boy there had been a lot of it!
Never have been able to develop a liking for that particular bloom ever since.