Here comes my next tree debacle. Apparently my
neighbor is massively coveting Irenic, my
red latania palm. She came over and asked if I knew how it got
where it was. WTF? I said yeah, we planted it. It's in an
area of my yard that I affectionately refer to as Death Row --- so named
because it's our backline and we couldn't keep anything alive there for a
while. This palm has flourished thankfully and looks gorgeous.
Apparently she and another neighbor were ready to jack it if it was a stray.
Again, WTF? She tells me how expensive it is and keeps looking at me
like I'm an idiot for planting it in the back. WTF? Can't I put
nice looking trees in the back?
My brother advised us to buy it a few years back at a local palm & cycad
show. It was obviously much smaller, and it wasn't that expensive
(definitely less than Bertram was), but I kept that fact to myself. As
I'm surveying Death Row with her and letting her know that all of those
trees are planted and therefore off-limits, I noticed that someone had run
over my little
Gumbo
Limbo again with heavy equipment. ^&$^#%$#&^*!!!! I don't think
he'll recover this time.
:(
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