Pitchforks (and hydrant wrenches) aloft!

Flower Power! We are neighbors who are interested in bringing some botanical beauty to the bike-lane
tree pits so we have persuaded the city to allow us to garden there unimpeded. Anyone is welcome to
join at any level of involvement. There are no dues and no formal meetings; Just a desire to keep
Chelsea tree-lined and flower-filled. Join us!

Monday, March 19, 2012

Rough weekend

Sunday afternoon the pigeon lady showed up as I was helping Robert cut some netting (to keep her out!). As I stood on the curb and told her to leave the pit alone, she started whacking my legs with the bamboo backscratcher she was using to clear the plants. Well one thing led to another (no violence on my part) and the police showed up then all sorts of people appeared saying how awful the woman was. By that time she had stopped cursing and pinching me (hard) and started playing the "I'm old and confused" card to the police. She walked away, probably to another pit.

Earlier on Saturday as I was working on my pit, a couple of Williamsburg-type yuppies with a Llasa Apso, started screaming at me saying that I was vandalizing public property by putting netting up and that I had no right to garden in a public space and why didn't I just get a house upstate and garden there.

Aye carumba! All for a few flowers. But I'm attaching a picture that reminds me why it's worth it.
Flower Power!

1 comment:

  1. What a great photo: after all the sturm und drang of the encounter--the whacking, the pinching, the cursing, the police, and the old and confused gambit--the photo itself looks as serene as Doris Day in suburbia: the daffs a proverbial host and even the streets, calm and clear. Magic.