I found it very difficult to choose a photo for tonight’s post, in the end settling on this cerise peony lurking in the shade beneath the parrotia. I am angry, I am beside myself, I am fuming. This is twice in one week and I don’t like the feeling. As someone who as a rule sees good in everyone and everything I find myself in new territory. This time I am finding it almost impossible to be compassionate. It has come to light that the intruders from earlier in the week decided to cut their losses and take plants instead. The plants that they stole were special for various reasons. Two were my own. One was a present from my beloved; one was a gift from a friend who died a few months ago. Both I cherished. The people who took these plants knew what they were taking, they may well know me, they may well read this blog, they may well be laughing saying “fool!”. All I want is five minutes with them, that would be sufficient.