Ode to Stick Bush

Our apartment does a nice job of landscaping around the apartments. Some people will take matters into their own hands and plant gardens and plants of their liking. However, K-Dubs and I are of the "don't invest your money in someone else's investment" persuasion. So when we moved into our apartment, there was a mound of dirt by our door that sported 3 very large sometimes flowering weeds. We didn't mind them, we didn't say anything about replacing them. But one late fall day, we came home from school and found this:



A bush or shrubbery with no leaves.
We thought, "Wow, can't wait to see the foliage on that in the spring!"

But spring came and the leaves never appeared. Thinking that maybe stick bush was a late bloomer, we just let him go. Then stick bush became our little mascot. Similar to the lions guarding the Art Institute of Chicago.


Last week we came home from work again and the stick bush was gone. GONE! With no warning and no ceremony. My stick bush was taken from me. I had plans for the stick bush! I was going to drape it in lights and tinsel for the holiday season, put festive ornaments on it. Make it my own Charlie Brown Christmas tree. I voiced my indignation to K-dubs and lamented my now thwarted plans. To which he said, "You never had those plans...you only made them up now that you have lost stick bush...and you are weird."