Hey you, kid! Get off my lawn.

By | May 24, 2016

The garden is pretty right? Pride swells my chest despite the fact that I have actually nothing to do with this stunning sliver of urban colour. (I am happy to share the name of the company that makes it happen, though.)

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Pretty, right? Pretty temping more like it!

We are not the only ones who are mesmerized by the flora (and thankfully very little fauna) in front of our home.

Last week, I spied a kid from down the street (I swear that family has like 6 kids) picking some flowers. The flower thief (estimated age around 9) was all casual like — choosing the blossoms carefully. Only the very best would do, obviously.

I was debating popping outside and saying something like: “Excuse me young lady (or maybe hey you, kid!) Please don’t pick the flowers, it hurts them.” But I zipped it as I don’t want to be known as that mean lady down the street.

Some friends with kids suggested it probably would have been a good idea to say something firm, yet polite. Some even suggested engaging the kid in some flower planting activities (they perhaps thought I touch the soil or something), but I am not so sure Thomas (our garden magician) would go for that

That was not my first run in with the local youngsters. I also got hit with a runaway kite. One of the other kids was attempting — and failing — to fly a kite while on a scooter. I got beaned in the chest as he whizzed by on the sidewalk. But I actually found that funny. Kids having fun is nice in the neighbourhood — as long as they stay off my lawn!

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