One man’s meat is another man’s poison. Or in the case of the suburbs, one neighbor’s Kwanzan cherry tree is another neighbor’s blossom-encrusted car and driveway — to be eradicated by leaf blower at the earliest possibility.
I will admit that the I am the neighbor with the tree, and sight of my lawn blanketed in pink feels like an annual miracle. My neighbor doesn’t seem to see it that way.
That said, since the rain brought it down yesterday morning, blanketing the sidewalk, steps and porch as well as the lawn, and making it all but impossible to keep from tracking inside on our newly-refinished floors, I am beginning to see the alternate point of view.
When it comes to landscaping, there’s so much to drive each other crazy. The unkempt lawn, the kitschy lawn ornaments, red mulch. Michael Pollan’s essay about his father’s refusal to cultivate a rectangle of emerald is my favorite writing on the subject.
When it comes to local landscaping, what’s your pet peeve?