|Prudence, the potted plant that landed on our front porch|
|Prudence: We will not be moved|
|Cy watered Prudence twice a day|
1. Prudence was not a gift. The plants were tired looking (sorry Pru) and there was no card. None of the neighbours were expecting her (I asked). I love terracota pots but we don't have any at our house.
2. Kids carried Pru up. They had left trails of dirt and bits of the potato vine - a delivery company would not have done that.
3. It may not have been kids we know. I asked Harley, 16, and he said: "No one I know would have put that much effort into a prank."
3. Prudence was familiar. Making my fourth trip that day to our deli-grocer at the corner (others grocery shop once a week, I prefer to
|Hillary from the Broadway Nursery stands in the empty spot, Pru's proper home.|
Case closed. I am The Mofo Mystery Solver. The Dot Connector.
|Carrie: Call me re Brody whereabouts (I can hear his annoying nose-breathing from here)|
|Stella: Call me re serial killer whereabouts (Just saw Jamie Dornan modeling undies for Calvin Klein)|
|Miss M: Call me re knitting needle doings at the Vicarage.|
Friends, did you solve any mysteries of your own last week?