The landscaping work began today. I am thrilled, but was not expecting it quite so soon. You see, one place to be dug up was a great clump of tulips I planted last fall, before we decided to do this. I asked Ferrett to ask them to please dig up the clump and transplant it to the side of the house. He called later and said they had dug it up and put it in the shade for me to replant. Cool.
I get home, and the backyard looks a bit like Beruit. First of all, I notice that they are not setting in the flagstones the way the BOSS had promised me they would be done – there is a call to the boss. Then I look for my flowers to replant.
Somewhere in the course of the day they broke up the tulip clump and lined the poor things up, firing squad style. Then, like a bad mass grave, they had carelessly chucked topsoil over the bodies. Broken stems and twisted leaves poke up out of the ground. An occasional unopened head tilts toward the sky. I couldn’t even try to save them.
Absurd, amusing, and irritating, all rolled in one. Further garden reports as the work progresses.
