Friday, September 01, 2006

Ironic


Cochituate, Massachusetts

About 6 years ago a semi-reclusive neighbor decided to stop mowing his back yard. Over the years I've watched the grass grow higher and the bittersweet vines, weeds and animals take over.

Last year I thought about calling the town...not really to complain...more out of curiosity to ask exactly what the rules were, if any...about mowing your yard. But I believe any American homeowner should be free to paint their house fuchsia with a touch of orange trim or express themselves in whatever way they choose on their own property- So that part of me won out and I never made the call.

Good thing. Someone just told me my neighbor works for the town.

He mows the lawns in all the town parks.

5 comments:

Squarehead said...

Yet he doesn't mow his own...hhmm.. He's with the underground, I'm sure of it. Failing to mow his yard? Sure sign of a hardcore rebel. Do be careful.

Dave MacIntyre said...

How bizarre! But as the old saying goes, the cobbler's children need new shoes!

Chad Oneil said...

That is peculiar. I think one of my friends has a neibor that mows lawns but doesn't take good care of his own.

The fencing in the photo has a rough and rusty "feel" to it.

20-20 said...

Good thinking on your part.

p.s. At first I simply liked your photographic sensibility.

MMM said...

Thanks 20-20. Welcome! I checked out your photoblogs and really like them. I guessed from just looking at your photos that they were taken in the U.P. (Where I grew up.) I see I was close!