May 17, 2012

A Cutting Garden, Three Ways …

Here is a part of my cutting garden as it stands today.  This small portion of fence was built by my father-in-law to hide our unsightly trash and yard waste bins, which could be seen from the kitchen window where I tend to be standing many times during the course of my day. Right now it is pretty bare looking, but it shouldn’t be.

Here is a quick computer rendering of what my fenced area should look like right now.  As soon as the fence went up six years ago I planted iris bulbs.  They have been multiplying ever since and in the Spring I typically have anywhere from twenty to thirty beautiful purple iris blooms.  They have come in handy each year when I make a birthday bouquet for my friend Angela.

Unfortunately, this Spring my intelligent, good looking, sweet as sugar teenaged boy, Big C, looked at the fence and saw this:

He {and the precious bee bee gun he saved up his money to buy} saw each delicate, ready to bloom iris head as a small target on which to lay aim. And then the shooting practice commenced. 

One day the buds were there, slender purple tips poking out teasing their eventual bloom, and the next day they had been decapitated and were lying on the ground next to a very suspicious pile of green bee bee pellets.

It would be a severe understatement to say I was crushed, disappointed and really, really mad.  The bee bee gun is gone. And my son keeps buying me flowers.  Weird.

Maybe a house with boys shouldn’t have a cutting garden. What do you think?

10 comments:

Apis Melliflora said...

Big C, aim for the derrieres of ________ (fill in the blank with pesky garden animal).

I would have confiscated the bee bee gum too.

The Queen Vee said...
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The Queen Vee said...

Hormonal boy thought he had a good idea he just didn't think it through. Despite his target practice and a few other silly decisions he has made in his short life he remains one terriic young man.

Those Iris will grow again next year, kind of like hair. I doubt anyone in your home will ever again consider them suitable for target practice.

AllisonK said...

1. brilliant fence!
2. adore irises, what a happy view from the kitchen window.
3. pesky boys (love them)
4. I'm trying to talk my gardener into creating a cutting garden for me. Somehow at 13 she does not see the value.

Tobi said...

Boys are a bit odd. I sometimes ponder how they conclude that plan such and such is good idea. My brother lit a field on fire resulting in the fire department being called to put it out. Go figure.

MelancholySmile said...

I laughed in spite of myself. :) Lately, I've been trying to recall exactly what goes through the mind of a young person, because even though I feel as if I was born 30 years old, I know I made some really stupid decisions {and still do!} when I was that age.

At least it makes for a GREAT story. ;)

KitKat said...

My boys used their bedroom wall to try out the airsoft guns. No I have little tiny divots from ceiling to floor.

Meaja said...

Oh man. This is what I have to look forward to, phft. Besides the drama here, this posting was awesome. You made me smile.

Kernal Ken said...

Between Apis' "bee bee gum" and the Queen's "terriic," one might see a distinct relationship between those two lovelies who type fast and proofread faster...

Emily said...

Sometimes I don't know what boys think or rather not think. "T" does things that make me wonder and make me want to wring his neck some days:)