I hear them whispering behind my back. Nosy neighbors, witness to crimes unimaginable. And, now they're stirring up trouble:
"It's murder I tell you, murder most foul! This killing spree began early in springtime. We saw with our own eyes how she tortured those little flowers...
There was Death by Dehydration (RIP beloved Canterbury Bells.)
Death by Shameless Neglect! (I'll never forget you, Lord Baltimore.)
Death by Strangulation! (Who's got time to pull all those weeds?)
Death by Scary Critters! (No tippy toeing through the tulips for this little lady.)
Death by ignoring which growing zone I actually live in!
Goodbye my little cabbage. The icy fingers of a frosty night squeezed the life right out of you [and the rest of my heirloom veggies.]
Suddenly, without a sound. Without a warning of any kind...
A crime of passion that should have the neighbors gossiping well into the next decade.
The premeditated murder of every jolly little houseplant that had bugs or refused to bloom... Such senseless brutality!
In loving memory of all the little flowers who died waiting for Kate to turn on the sprinklers. I promise to do better next year.
PS: Happy Halloween :)