More than five years ago, a man came to the door asking if he could cut some of our giant hydrangea blooms. We said yes, as long as he didn’t take them all, because we were enjoying them. The first year he was very respectful, so when he came back the following year, we said yes. He butchered the plant that second year, taking almost all the blooms. Then we moved.
Fast forward to this summer. Someone sneaked into my inlaws’ side yard and attacked their beautiful hydrangea plant, taking many of the blooms. The plant is barely visible from the street. The thief must have been looking very closely, and very specifically, for hydrangeas.
A few weeks later, we noticed a number of flowers on our front-yard hydrangea were missing. We don’t even live in the same city. I’d show you a picture, but we didn’t have that many blooms to begin with, so it’s pretty sad looking.
What’s going on? Is there a band of roving hydrangea lovers wandering around the Portland metro area? Or is there some festival or cultural event in August that requires large numbers of hydrangeas? I wish I had asked the man who came to our old house why he wanted them.
I’m frustrated that the blooms were stolen from my inlaws, since they are gardeners and seniors, and it feels like someone preyed on them by trespassing on their property. I am also annoyed that someone walked up our front walk with cutters and snipped ours without permission.
How does this relate to writing? Odd situations or unexplained events that scream “story this way.” I know there’s a reason behind these thefts, but I have no clue what it is or where to start looking for an answer. I hope the flowers were used for something beautiful–a wedding, perhaps–but I also want the thieves to know they could have asked, and we would have said yes. Take some. Enjoy them.
Instead we’re without our pretty flowers, we feel like we’ve been turned into targets due to what grows in our yards–and we’re without an explanation. I may have to turn this into a story.
Do unexplained events get your story brain cooking? Has anyone ever stolen your hydrangeas? Did anything odd happen to you this summer?