Tell me. What kind of person walks up to an occupied house in broad daylight and takes the hanging baskets off the front porch? I suppose it’s the same sort of person who takes Christmas lights off the windows and lawn ornaments off the grass.
I’m normally a glass-half-full kind of girl who thinks that the vast majority of people are kind and good and I suppose that deep down I still believe this but this afternoon my opinion of the human race went down a notch.
This summer, instead of admiring the colours and fragrance of flowering baskets every time I check the mail or return home from errands I will instead be reminded by the empty hooks that the world we live in is not the place I thought it was when I woke up this morning.
My only hope is that the ill-begotten flowers bring no joy to their new owner, just a stab of conscience with each new bloom.