There was a nice profile of the Rose Garden and Lake Harriet on our Channel 4 news tonight.
Between the setting of the Moon and rising of the Sun, as the mists retreat, our work begins.
Be cautious those who plan on being bad, this newly found and formed park patrol is, well, on patrol. So if you see a flying unicorn floaty with scary dolls and a stick-man coming your direction, you should worry.
The Gardener who found this, this morning, said he enjoyed the practical joke over vandalism.
People use the parks. That ‘s what they are for, and we are fortunate in Minneapolis to have such beautiful and inviting places to spend our lives and create memories that last.
On occasion we find small piles of cremated. Sometimes they seem to be just placed there or dumped out instead of scattered within the winds. I’m not certain how people think these settle. or if it’s even a concern? It’s usually some mildly freaked out garden worker who finds these, and will either leave them alone or maybe quietly till them back into the soil.
I remember finding this bag last year one morning as we were doing clean-up from the previous night. One of my coworkers asked aloud why they would need to name this?
We also find on our morning rounds, less frequently thankfully, other piles of ashes, left over by ash holes. Speaking of ash holes, those “X”‘d out trees aren’t Ash and they aren’t alive either. Last year those same kids who won’t get off my lawn, peeled all the bark off these and turned them into canvases for all the cleaver graffiti they leave behind
When it gets nice outside, and the schools let out, we get a lot of Vandalism in the park. This all happened over the weekend of June 8th. Those concrete urns are very heavy and were attached with re-bar. Some very strong, very messed-up people spent a long time doing this. Knocking down structures, that’s easy and fun too it seems.
The last two pictures are unfortunate nightly events. Why is peeling bark, carving the moronic BS and breaking off substantial tree limbs a “thing” now? No idea.
This park is in an affluent part of the cities. All of this is caused by those precious spoiled fruits of Lake Harriet who seem to think nothing of the world around them. It makes me very sad and very angry.