KleptoGarden

Oh, the saga of gardening... I've never before lived in an apartment that involved much in the way a outdoor upkeep - or if I did, I always had a nameless, faceless landlord who didn't much care if the garden looked like little house on the prairie.

These days though, I have a full-on proper back yard (which was pretty overgrown when we moved in 3 years ago.) While, it was pretty to look out the back and see ivy and honeysuckle and various bits of flora, it was becoming increasingly unusable - more Jungle Book than The Secret Garden. Every time Tommyboy and I looked out the back - we felt more and more guilty about the state of it... So, one fine non-rainy Saturday, we attacked it with all the tools we could pilfer from Tom's parents. We cut back everything we could get our hands on in the front and back of the house. Strangely, it would appear that our Garden has arms as how else to explain all the unlikely things we found when we gave it a haircut...

I was in the midst, of cutting back the enormous and half-dead bush in the front of the house when I noticed a black clump hidden in its middle. After more chopping and closer inspection, I pulled out a small black ipod nano in a leather case - previously owned by Tommy boy and mysteriously disappeared 6 months earlier.

A few hours later, when Tom emerged from the tangle of vines that was our back garden, he came out clutching the long-gone and long forgotten remote control for the living room stereo.

Apparently, our garden likes electronics. How it managed to snare them for itself is a mystery... that the ipod, after a little scrubbing and a recharge, still works, is a miracle.