Nicole Alderman wrote:When we were renting in the city, our landlord came to work on the siding, and had his workers throw our potted plants--pots and all!--into the dumpster, as well as beautiful green/blue/purple/pink lava rocks we'd picked up driving across the country.
The hydrangea--which was actually from our wedding, in a nice purple pot my husband had bought me when we were dating--was put in the dumpster because they looked "dead." That was the only appology we got from our landlord. It was WINTER! Of course, this all happened while we were at work, and my husband had to dig through the dumpster. The pot was already taken home by one of the workers, but my husband managed to save the hydrangea.
Sometimes I feel like complaining about all the home maintenance on our place and the cost of it all. Remembering this really helps me be thankful for what I have!
I am so sorry, D, about your landlord. It is SO FRUSTRATING being in that situation. You feel so vulnerable and helpless.