A Hole in My Park
I live near Buena Vista Park. She’s not the biggest park in San Francisco, nor the flashiest, but she’s our park – Heather and I walk the dogs there every day. At a certain point in our daily loop, on a hillside of native wildflowers, stood one of my favorite plants: a healthy clump of Calla Lilies (aka Zantedeschia aethiopica) that stood out from all the rest. Every year they bloomed like crazy, and spread out a little more. But no more.
At some point in the last day or two, the clump of lilies disappeared, leaving only this hole in its place.
The spray of leaves around the hole shows that someone was just interested in the bulb. They pulled it up, tore off the outer leaves, and walked away, leaving a two-foot wide hole, and taking a little bit of daily joy out of our park.
Now, I’ve collected seeds from parks. I’ve even taken cuttings from plants to root at home. But I’ve never, and would never, uproot a plant to steal it whole hog. It’s just so wrong. And it hurts to look over at that empty hole in my park. It feels like a hole in my heart.
I may just have to go buy a Zantedeschia aethiopica to plant in that spot.