Strikes of the Negative Gardener

The Negative Gardener has just been outside, eating her lunch.

While eating she faced, due to the orientation of the seating, the lavender bush she had recently got at with the snippers, because she thought it was too big.

Of course, she had seen it immediately after completing her depredations, but that did not count, for she was temporarily on a lavender high.

Just now though, she has looked at it critically. It looks, she realised, like a troll. The stubby wizened legs exposed, the stiff green and purple hair defying gravity, and attracting a bee.

At least the bee likes it, she thought, as she turned to go inside. This involved a change of orientation, directing her attention to the Happy Plant, which was no longer living up to its name. It was dead in its pot under the pittosporum tree.

The Happy Plant had been happy for four years, in the kitchen. Her daughter had left it behind. The Negative Gardener had recently decided that it ought to go outside, when someone had given her a cyclamen in a pot, as a well-intentioned gift.

Poor Happy Plant! The Negative Gardener quite likes to watch plants die, but only if it can't be helped.

And the cyclamen is on its way out as well.