The gazing ball thief. April 6, 2008Posted by ourfriendben in gardening, wit and wisdom.
Tags: gazing balls
Today, our friend Ben would like to tell you a story. It happens to be a true story, related to our friend Ben by our friend Candyce. It may be a story that only a gardener could love (or hate). You decide:
A disreputable but artistic friend of Candyce’s had an apartment in New York City, and he frequently commuted between New York and his native Pennsylvania. At the time of our story, he was amusing himself by decorating his city apartment with gazing balls that he stole out of people’s yards during his commutes. From what Candyce told our friend Ben, he had amassed quite a collection.
At one point, the thief (who when not stealing gazing balls was apparently a musician) had to make the round trip three times over three days to play some back-to-back gigs. The first day, he stole a gazing ball from someone’s yard on the way back up to the city: business as usual. The second day, as he passed the same yard, he observed that the family had replaced the stolen gazing ball with a new one, so he stole that. The third day, he was astonished to see that the family had set out a third gazing ball to replace the two he had just stolen.
The thief must have somehow been touched by the family’s devotion to their gazing balls. So rather than steal the third ball, he drove on to his apartment, retrieved the two he had previously stolen, and returned them to the family’s yard.
You may wonder as I often have what that poor family must have thought when they arose on the fourth morning to find not none, not one, but three gazing balls in their yard. Our friend Ben feels that there must be a moral in here somewhere, though in years of contemplating this curious little story, I have failed to come up with one.* But I certainly hope that the family and their gazing balls lived happily ever after!
* Unless “Keep your lawn art in the backyard and a Rottweiler in the front” qualifies as a moral.