There are many reasons to adore living way out in nowheresville, and the first on my list is no neighbors close enough to really care what I do with my yard.
(Besides the witch who walks by daily with her nose in everyone's yard just to see what she can turn them into the town for. Nevermind she doesn't even live in my town! But that's another story.)
Why are people so up in arms about what other people do in their own yards? I could care less if my neighbors had an emu farm - oh, that's right, they really do! (interesting animals, though lacking a bit in the personality department, and I thank them for the fab poo.)
I mean really, if they're not doing something that is going to physically endanger someone else's welfare, who gives a crap? Don't like their yard, don't look at it.
I wonder if all this will eventually fall into some very strange 'rule' category: "I don't like those pajamas she wears on Saturday morning while weeding the front flowerbeds!", "That ridiculous orange hose he uses to water the veg is unsightly. My property values will plummet with that thing coiled across the lawn!", "There is a magenta bench on their front porch! Magenta! It clashes with the red salvia in my yard and must go!"
Ok, so those examples are a little extreme. :) These aren't:
When ‘Weed Laws’ Make Homeowners Outlaws
In court for 'obnoxious growth'
Bloody nose for having a dry lawn
Despite Its Benefits, Natural Landscaping Is Still Under Attack
Let it Go Wild: On the Subject of Uncut Grass, Native Plantings, and the Education of Neighbors
Just maybe, this guy gets it:
No More Mowing
"The mayor of a small town in Kentucky stopped mowing his lawn in 2005. He has put up a sign on his property that reads: “There are more important things in life than tall grass.”"
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