It's silly to feel affection for plants, I know, but today I mourn the loss of a feisty lavender bush that was striving to grow in my front garden. The landlord sent around a mower man. Well and good. But clearly being able to mow lawns doesn't necessarily make one capable of identifying plants (as opposed to grass, for example, or weeds). And so my little lavender bush fell victim to the whipper snipper and is no more.
(It's true that the roots, some growth close to the ground and three leaves survived. But it's high summer and I fear it won't recover to grow again.)