At 04:38 PM 6/10/98 +0000, you wrote: >Some of you may remember my "flamingo war" with my one unpleasant neighbor >(not the one that died in the kitchen; the one that told me if I wanted to >be a farmer I should move out of town and quit offending his sensibilities >by having the temerity to grow tomatoes [in chic yuppie bamboo teepees, no >less]). > >Well, yesterday the Tomato-Trashing Neighbor reached the pinnacle of >suburban achievement in Atlanta, Georgia. He won the highly coveted (by >some) Yard of the Month award. > >The ever so tasteful sign appeared on his clipped-to-within-a- >millimeter-of-its-life Zoysia lawn yesterday morning. My Nice Neighbor >across the street called me in a dither...a snit...a sputtering Southron >tizzy. > >"Catharine! Go look out your window at Meader's front lawn!!! You just >won't believe it. I'm seeing it but I still don't believe it. I can't >believe it. I am going to call the Design Committee and tell them I am >ashamed to live in this neighborhood if *that*'s held up as an example." > >(15 second pause while I am still fumbling to get the phone placed on my >shoulder....it is 6:00 a.m., you see, and I wasn't out of bed yet.) >Finally, I find a voice. "Er, Gloria? Is that you? What are you talking >about? Do you know what time it is? Did somebody Gnome Meaders?" > >"Get out of bed, Catharine. Meaders won Yard of the Month!! And he hasn't >even edged along the curb in the last two years. I know it's been two >years. I keep track of these things. Somebody has to." > >After asking Gloria to hang on, I roll out of bed, peek out the window and >sure enough, there it is: Yard of the Month. It must have been bestowed in >the night. Like night soil. > >Since this neighbor has not planted a tree, a bush, a shrub, a perennial, >an annual, a biennial...not even a six pack of impatiens in the 5 years I >have lived next door I told Gloria that I can only surmise that The Lawn >does indeed reign supreme in Atlanta. Followed by The Annual Pansy >Display, of course. > >Gloria promises all out war. She said she was going to protest to the >Design Committee (that such a committee actually exists and runs around >granting such awards is, intself, mind boggling). She said she would bring >me an update tonight. I'm on pins and needles waiting the news.... > >Catharine, who has a fundamental mistrust of lawns and suburbia > You should see the Sulphur Garden Club, it's a bunch of old, uhh, elderly women who do flower arrangements. I went to an open meeting and asked if anyone grew vegetables and a hush fell over the room, followed by a group deep breath, followed by a vigorous whispering campaign. I left, figuring I was out of place because a) I'm very obviously male, b) I grow veggies, c) I could give a hoot less about flower arranging. But yet they bestow the Yard of the Month sign. Only to members of course. George