Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Day 103: Grim defeat

Sweet honeysuckle
Brutally weed-whacked by an
MTA butcher

(It was horrible. Intrepid Boyfriend and I saw the carnage on our way to the subway. The trunk is still twisted around the fence, but all of the branches, buds, and leaves are gone. It was like seeing a skeleton. I've been walking past the honeysuckle almost every day for a few years now, marveling at its ability to thrive in less than ideal conditions [i.e. rooted in a scrap of NYC dirt and wrapped around an MTA fence]. I don't blame the workers. I'm sure it just looked like a weed to them.)

1 comment:

  1. Nooooooo!!!! That honeysuckle was the only good thing about your subway stop. I mean, besides the fact that you live near there. Obviously.