So.... we've had some serious issues with neighborhood kids TRAMPLING and demolishing our front yard plants. We've replaced them and changed them and replaced them again, just to have them mutilated by bike wheels and countless pairs of feet. So feeling like the
grouchily old neighbor I didn't want to BE the nagging neighbor lady.
Deciding on a different course of action I visited our local nursery again. I asked for a desert plant. You know, one that is
poky and
sharp. She showed me one. Not good enough. I explained I needed one that had teeth... something that would reach out and snatch you. I found two that were just right.
When I set out to plant them I started moving the rocks in the front yard. One of the neighbor kids came over and asked what I was doing.
"Moving the rocks so I can plant these new plants."
"Can I help?"
"Sure."
So we pushed aside the rocks and two more kids came over. "What are you guys doing?"
"Planting these plants," the first kid replied.
"Can we help?"
Within 5 minutes I had ten of the neighborhood kids moving rocks, digging holes, and removing dirt.
The only work I did was mediate fighting over the shovels and actually placing the plants in the holes. What would have taken me at least an hour turned into a 30 minute job. It was awesome.
The very kids I was trying to keep out of my yard with the
poky plants were the ones helping me plant them! The irony.
During the process I had a couple thoughts. The first was that it was a great neighborhood bonding activity. Second, that it probably wouldn't be the sharp edges keeping the kids off the plants but the knowledge that THEY were the ones who planted them. (A thought I reminded them of once we were done with the job.) Third, this was a great way to get the job done and not be the mean neighbor. (I also gave them p
opsicles afterwards.)
I had a pretty good laugh over the whole situation. Hopefully, everything works out for the best.
Here's the neighborhood work crew. (They were quite excited to get their picture taken.) :)