The Battle Of Good, Evil, And Random Flowers

There they are...the target. Aren't they pretty?

Too bad they're in front of a house that looks like this.

Yup. In the midst of brush and rubble grew these beautiful spring flowers. This is the first year I've seen them there, right alongside what once was the driveway. The tiny bit of beauty, in what is now the eye sore of the neighbor hood.

I live in a cottage area. Over the years many of the houses have been bought, renovated, and have established year round residents. But on every street, there is that house. The one, that for whatever reason, the family won't sell and it is left susceptible to all that nature has in store for it. As you can see, nature kicked this poor old house's butt. It has housed raccoons, snakes, and teenage wildlife of all kinds. We have signed petitions, offered buyouts, and secretly preformed random yard work for this old baby, but to no avail. Every winter the roof caves in a bit more from the heavy snow. Every summer the neighbors and I plot to run over in the dead of night, and push the chimney over to finally put the home out of it's misery. Perhaps the saddest part is that that home was once the pinnacle of the neighborhood, with never even a blade of grass out of place.

Yet, there they are. Taunting me.

Would anyone ever even notice if they suddenly started growing in my yard?

No definitely not.

No one notices when I cut hydrangeas from the hedge like bushes that grow along the side of the property. They make a beautiful centerpiece for my kitchen table all summer long. But these purple babies are different. If I dig them up it's stealing, isn't it? Even if the owners are long gone from this Earth, it's still stealing right?

It's so tempting though.

Damn this Catholic guilt.

Damn.

Resist the urge.

Don't go to the dark side.

Must. Resist.

Damn.