..only that was not the intention. Popped into the neighborhood wine shop and while asking about a small bottle of vodka to use to make vanilla for recipes – yes really, the Asian woman who owns it and is suggesting brands, all of a sudden, jumps past me from behind the counter and yells, “They Took It! My Plant! Someone Took My Plant!”. Before entering the store I had noticed a wooden wine crate tilted on it’s end, sitting on the dirt under a lifeless tree at the curb. It made me wonder if the wine store was trying to dispose of the box, and I thought someone would take it away. But no, Mrs. Owner explains that the wine box held her struggling tulip bulbs that were just beginning to push through the ground and she wanted to give them sun to aid the process, so she put her glass pot on the box under the life-less tree in the sun. “Oh Dear,” said I, “I’m afraid someone thought you had discarded it and it was there for the taking… which is what they did.” I walked with her to the restaurant on the corner to see if anyone had it sitting by their feet, but it was not to be found. Expressing my disappointment for her, my final suggestion was that she buy a potted plant from Ti at the Golden Rabbit. Wonder who took the pot?