This reminds me of the rose
We bought our house 7 years ago,next door (lovely chap) died a few years later and new council tenants moved in (context-im not a snob at all)
Years earlier my granny died (never met her as she died before i was born) and my darling grandad planted a white rose in her memory (bloody thing only flowered once in my childhood)
I was talking about this rose to dp and he mentioned if I'd like to plant a white rose in memory of my grandad-carry it forward so to speak,now we had our own place
I loved the idea and spent weeks looking for one,found one and we planted it
The second it bloomed,next door lost their mind-i was screamed at to remove it or 'I'll ring your landlord and have you thrown out!'
We ignored her so she ramped it up and went to the council and when they told her to keep her beak out she rang the police!
Apparently she could hurt herself on its thorns (only if she was in our garden and she touches it)
(She's not old at all-just thinks she's queen bee and boss of the street)
My precious rose sits in its pot,in our back garden gently winding her up
I've heard her gobbling off about how she's going to weedkiller it as 'it's got no right to be there!'
Mind you,she's tried to tell us where to park ('10 streets away') 'don't stand and wait at your front door for dp to come home from work' and 'your not allowed to have your friends round!I know your landlord and he agrees with me!' (We don't have a landlord)
Some people are just batshit-she parks outside her house,has her loud mates round,stands where she likes and the best one?
She has a rose of her own that grows in her front garden
It pisses her off that we never say a word about it,sitting there in her garden,all red,thorny and loud