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For years we had a beautiful Forsythia shrub in our backyard. Then one fall morning, my parents woke up, and the bush was gone, cut down to the trunk.
We live in a 55-and-older facility, where we own the house but rent the land. The owners have the right to step in if a yard is not kept correctly, but if you have been a long-time reader, you know our parents take meticulous care of our yard.
My dad marched to the office to confront the inept property manager Penelope Fudgebottom. When he arrived, he saw the bush tied to the back of a truck. He entered the office where Penelope was having a conversation with the handyman Yosemite Ignatio Daddy demanded to know why the bush was cut down. Penelope immediately began hemming and hawking like Ralph Kramden.
"It's more better for your," Yosemite Ignatio.
"It's not more better," Daddy snapped back. He demanded Penelope's explanation of why it was cut down, and she answered that she wanted everything flat, whatever that meant. When he pressed her, she threw Yosemite Ignatio under the shrub dragging truck by saying it was an accident.
"You never make a mistake?" Yosemite Ignatio asked Daddy, who had to fight the urge to punch him in the face.
Penelope Fugebottom said she would buy a new shrub, but Daddy told her not to, having seen the cheap vegetation she had planted elsewhere.
Daddy called the management office in Virginia and asked to talk to the General Manager I.C. Nothing or his assistant I No Nothing. The secretary Due Nothing would not connect the call, or give out the Nothing's email, so Daddy wrote a letter, but true to form, he heard Nothing.
When spring came, the unsightly stump stuck out like a sore thumb. Daddy contacted stump removal companies, but they were not cost-effective. That is when Daddy found a solution. A hefty $40.00 plastic rock from Amazon.
Daddy bought the rock, put it over the stump, staked it in., and planted Hosta around it.
This was the result.
So, take my advice; get a big fake rock when all else fails.