There's a homeowner in our neighborhood that has recieved special permission from the city to let his yard grow wild to create a habitat of native plants. By the end of summer this house becomes a major eyesore, especially since it is right off of one of the busiest roads in town. But then last fall, I noticed some strange green mesh-like material going on top of his roof (well, more specifically an overhang). As I'm staring at it while stopped at the light I'm thinking, "That looks like the stuff they use to seed lawns. No, it can't be."

Well my dear readers, yes, yes it is. It has started to grow. Now I understand the philosophy behind it, but it's certainly not the prettiest yard to look at. But that's not what bother's me the most. What disturbs bother's me is the garage door painted with geese flying out of a marsh at sunset (circa 1970, in the brown/orange color family, for some reason it makes me think of Boogie Nights). It is one of the most tacky things I have seen in a long time. I can't help but think that the person living there is an aging has-been hippie.