So I was going about my normal routine. When.... Someone stold my parsely. I knew secret gardening would come with risks, but I can't bare it. Did they think it was a weed? Even so, the only person weeding that area was me. Why? Why? Just yesterday I was day dreaming about how for years the parsely would flurish and I could come back and harvests year after beautiful year. The parsely was doing the best of all. How could someone do this. I'm in the gall of bitterness.
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I too, like the thief in question, thought Parsley was simply a weed or 1/4 of a good Simon and Garfunkel song. I guess when you have cared and loved it over many weeks and months, even if it is just a weed, it becomes something more. You'll be a great mommy Kath.
You must RE-PLANT the parsely, but this time, put a tiny little sign that says... "Hey, this is parsely. Leave it alone."
Sorry about your loss.
that is very interesting because there was a lady in an Italian fairy tale who, when she was pregnant, longed for the parsley in the garden next door, but it belonged to a witch, and then she went and stole some from the garden...etc etc. in the end she had to name her child Parsley, except in Italian so it didnt sound quite as weird.
Well, its not as relevant as I thought but it combines parsley and pregnancy, which isnt easy.
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