Remember a couple of years ago when the Crocker Art Museum was yarn bombed? Somebody snuck over in the middle of the night and attached a knitted cozy to one of their parking poles.
In a strange coincidence, my parents’ house was flower bombed on Mother’s Day! Thanks to the miracle of modern technology, we were able to capture the perp on film as she planted their front garden.
Oddly enough, Mom was out and she didn’t witness a moment of this planting frenzy. Hmmm. Let’s see what happened…
The scene before the crime was committed.
The flower bomber’s tools are laid out carefully in the target area.
Then they’re arranged carefully into position and the work begins.
Seaside daisies in the front, iris and Shasta daisy in the back.
Asiatic lilies and dianthus, plus the random daisies that were there at the start.
Self-portrait with Camelbak (and split ends! What’s up with that?!?)
Green-Eyed Susans, phlox, and coreopsis finish up the front.
The flowers are the only evidence remaining at the scene.
Except for the note with all the plant info!