May 13, 2016 by Petrea
We’re having a drought in southern California, and it looks like it’ll last my lifetime and beyond. We haven’t watered the grass in months, so it’s getting weedy. But I don’t care about the grass. I care about the trees, and they need their water.
The soil is hard and dry and the water runs off into the street, so I dug a hole to deep-water the trees in the parkway. I didn’t want anyone to fall in, and I asked John to flag it while I ran an errand. He made a sign.
The next morning, we stepped out on the porch and saw this.
“Rosemarinus Officinalis,” “Door,” “House.”
That’s “car,” and “other car.”
“Tree” and “Sidewalk.” In case you were wondering.
I love our neighbors (or, as we like to call them, the culprits).
And I’m keeping the hole. I want those trees to stay green.