Gardening in the shade led me to work across the driveway from the front door, where my mother's English ivy and Virginia creeper are working together to cover my plantings-- Big Blue liriope, dwarf Walter's virburnam, white crinum lilies, and a venerable rosemary bush that I planted soon after we moved into the house in 2002. The rosemary succumbed to a wet summer last year and died. It's feet were in clay and soil that had been very dry. When we moved in, there were some very sad little azaleas that had been planted there in unimproved soil with not much mulch, too much sun, and not enough water. The rosemary thrived for years because the soil drained well, but then it didn't after the vines moved in.
Early on in today's clearing I found a credit card. About twenty minutes later I found another one. Both belonged to the same person; one had expired in 2011 and the other in 2012. After a little phone book research I found her, living around the corner from me. I called and left a message, and she called back about an hour later. Two years ago her purse had been stolen from inside her car, which was inside her garage, with the garage door open. Her purse was found soon after at another neighbor's house, but she wondered what had happened to the credit cards. The odd thing was not so much that a crew had been working the neighborhood two years ago, looking for open doors, but that they had left what they didn't want well up into other neighbors' yards. Both the purse and these credit cards were not down by the street; they were up long driveways near the front door. Interesting MO.
Two years ago when this crew came by, our house was locked and the alarm system was on. They left two calling cards, but I didn't find them until today.
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