WTF?

Is it the curse of Backyard and Beyond?

Today I walked by the site of the Chinese persimmon I photographed Tuesday and blogged about yesterday. It was gone. Uprooted, like the Billionaire Mayor wants to do to the Occupy Wall Street movement. There was a hole in the soil in the large wooden planter, a small pile of dirt on the sidewalk. Evidence of a plantnapping or more run-of-the-mill vandalism? Did my post alert some cad (that’s a Victorianism for “little shit-hole”) to the sapling? While “on Bergen Street” wasn’t a definitive address, the persimmon wouldn’t have been hard to find if the perp (so appropriately similar to “perv”) started at Bergen and Court. Did somebody actually steal it and replant if for themselves? If so, may it wilt like their nasty, selfish little heart.

I can’t help but recall my appreciation of the local quince tree, which was run over soon after I posted about it. That was coincidence, of course, a reminder of the daily, brutal assaults on our tree neighbors.