Another pilfered rose from the walkway just outside my marina. My neighbor Peg planted this bush but she is no longer with us. She was quite a character! I never tangled with her personally but I heard stories. Not long after she died (she was in her 80s), I saw a kid who was old enough to know better on the shoreline trail with an adult, throwing rocks at our floating homes. I charged out to my deck, swearing and yelling at them both to knock it off (they did; the adult looked sheepish and shrugged his shoulders as if he was helpless which made him kind of a putz). Afterward, I realized I’d been channelling Peg, who would yell at people from her deck (it faced the parking lot) if she didn’t like something that was going on. Tough old broad, but we liked each other and I miss her; Tom Hanks’s dad built her boat originally and had lived here years ago. As she walked down the dock past my house to her home, struggling a bit with her cane as she had polio as a child, she would sometimes stop at my kitchen window while I washed dishes and say, “I’d like a double cheeseburger and a shake, please.” I always responded, “Would you like fries with that ma’am?” and we would both laugh.
7.5″ x 7.5″ watercolor, pen on paper = $75