On The Rocks

I’ve had another post that includes now past due thoughts about the Superbowl half-started for over a week but I still don’t have time to finish it so I’m doing this quickie.

This used to be a planter at the building next door.

It was a pitiful planter and I felt bad for the two woeful little plants trying to stay alive among the cigarette butts and neglect.

I always hoped that the building should put some more plants in to let the existing plants know that they were meant to be there.

Some homeless kids started sleeping there with their dog. About a week after they started I noticed the plant bed looked fresh, like they’d put bark dust and I was happy for those poor plants. But upon closer inspection, I realized it was gravel.

A few days later it was all concrete. No one sleeps there now.

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