WTF?
So I'm downtown, walking to lunch at the Peking Duck House when I pass this:
Incomprehensible. I stopped in my tracks and looked around for whomever left these poor hostas plopped on the ground, roots exposed, drying in the October sun. I saw no one. I called out, "Where's the gardener?" Nothing.
And so I ask you: WTF?
Labels: bad gardening, Foley Square
6 Comments:
Alien kidnapping? (Or maybe someone realized that digging a hole, like so many garden verbs, takes effort.)
A couple of weeks ago in Prospect Park I spotted several lilies, roots (which had clearly been in containers) exposed, just sitting on top of the ground like those hostas. I think people who can't/don't want to take care of their plants abandon them in the parks thinking they'll be better off there, much as people abandon cats sometimes. Sad.
Truth is that in the same park, under a different tree, were several more un-potted hostas and a few liriope in nursery pots. I saw those first and assumed someone was working. But the more plants I saw with their roots exposed the more concerned I got, and when I couldn't find a gardener... If I took a lunch break in the middle of a planting job, I sure wouldn't leave the plants like that. Oy.
I've always said you need to work hard to kill a Hosta. Guess the opposite is true too.
I would have considered them freebies and taken a few home to plant and admire in my shady areas.......
Ah BumbleVee, that didn't even occur to me! What a great idea.
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