Mum's not the word

Last year, the fall planting on L Street was mumderful. Not this year, though. Today, I saw pansies prepared for planting. The placement of the pots was not as precise as the prank-and-pfile mums previously perceived. Perhaps persistent passers-by and panhandlers had prevented delivery on palettes. Or perchance they pander to prevalent public preference against the predictable and pro pioneering permutations of pulchritude.