Stolen Iris

The iris plant I wanted to take with me to Laramie was stolen!

My mother is converting the garden she inherited from the previous owner into lawn and told two men last night that they could take whatever they wanted from the garden, as she would be roto-tilling it under anyway. What they took was a good third of the garden, including the giant clump of iris rhizomes that I was planning to divide and take with me to Laramie. I am furious.

What's more is that they left the roots of adjacent plants gaping open, exposed to the air. I know my mother will be getting rid of most of the plants, but some of them I hoped to divide so many people could have them, including some of my friends who expressed interest in some of the plants that were taken, once finals week was over. Now the plants are gone, including the iris plants. What these two men did not undertand is that the rhizomes need to be divided properly in order for them to flourish.

It is just so wasteful; the rhizomes they took could have started at least four dozen plants. Now when my friends come I get to tell them that I lied about the irises.

As they say, no good deed goes unpunished. My mother offered free plants to these men, and of course these gluttons went home, attached a trailer to their truck, and came back to take a third of the plants. They aren't good gardeners or gentlemen either; if they were, they'd have known that the iris needed to be divided and offered some back to the giver.

This earned them one of the rare curses that will be found in my blog: piggish bastards!