There exists a mental illness in our country, excessive yard preening. I have a neighbor who is constantly having her lawn mowed, trees taken down or planted, weeds whacked. The machinery used in these processes are always large and very noisy ( wood chippers, lawn mowers, weed whackers). Today we’ve had the joy of a wood chipper running from 8 am until 3 pm. One of the things that attracts people to our dirt road in the woods is the wilderness feel of the wildlife refuge, a dirt road in the middle of Suburbia, 20 miles outside of Boston near Walden Pond.

But for some people, the raw beauty of woods doesn’t float their boats, manicured lawns that have more in common with English formal gardens and no trees on their lots are their idea of paradise. Sadly for me and them, I live next to them

Posted by lindamcinnis

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