Wednesday, July 1, 2009
R.I.P. Curly Stranger
I got up bright and early, grabbed my camera and headed out to the forest to find my newly discovered flower. I wanted to see if the bud had opened and what it might look like in the early stages. However, I could not find the darn thing. I was sure it was right there next to the path, so I called my husband over to help me. Suddenly the look on his face told me the whole story. Yesterday evening while doing some clearing he ran right over the Curly Stranger and killed it. He was mortified and I was truly dismayed. Now I can laugh, but it was not funny at the time. If it was a rare and valuable gem, as my friend Far Side of Fifty suggested, we will have to wait and see if it grows back next year. I am making him put a little fence around it!