Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Theft and Grace

Here at our apartment, we have had a number of thefts.

1) While gone for a couple of weeks over last winter break my bike (which we had neglected to lock) was stolen off of our porch. Sad, but not too surprising since it wasn't even locked.

2) In the midde of a Saturday morning ('round about 10 AM) our snow shovel was stolen off of our porch. There was a fair bit of snow that weekend and I saw clearly the tracks of the perpetrator. I had looked out the window earlier and seen new undisturbed snow on the little sidewalk to our door, so when I saw boot tracks I assumed the mail had come. No mail, and no snow shovel. Very sad.

3) A week ago I got back from a visit to Canada with my parents. While parking across the street from our house, I noticed the remnants of a butternut squash by the curb. This made me think of our two little still unripe squash in our small garden in front of our house. When I went to check on their progress I noted that one was gone, along with one of the two as of yet unripe red bell peppers!

4) After Joel and I returned from our trip to Ohio we noted that the other of the two squash was now also gone. Next year we plan on planting things that grow quickly and in great number so that maybe we'll have at least some harvest...

The irony about the last one is that when we got home, we also noticed that our door was open. After talking to a friend who noticed it open the day before and just assumed we had gotten home early, we've concluded that it is very likely that in the rush of leaving Friday afternoon the door did not get properly shut nor locked. Meaning that it had been open about 72 hours. During this time period someone stole an unripe squash out of our garden, but it appears that no one entered our completely vulnerable house. Wow. Praise be to God who was obviously protecting us!

1 comment:

  1. We've had a few schoolchildren who like to wrench away bits of plant and flower stems as they pass our house on their way home and thrash each other with them. In response, Sasha and I have discussed planting things no one would want to grab vigorously. But, in the end, the children either grew bored with the activity or moved on to a different school.

    The worst thing about it is that, if the children (or neighbors) had only asked us, we would have given them all away for free. It is the lost opportunity to give and be generous that we really miss.