The Grass is Greener on MY Side

There are some people in chronic suburbia that belong in a place with fewer rules. They need open spaces and the ability to install a chain-link fence without violating the neighborhood regulations. They’re not about to conform to the cookie-cutter mold found in subdivisions around the world. I am one of those people.

The most noticeable difference between our house and our neighbors is the yard. I think we’re the only ones in our little cul-de-sac that don’t use some form of chemical intervention. Autism has taught me to live as naturally as I can. Weed killers aren’t included in my lifestyle. I know my neighbors cringe every time they look at our yard. We just don’t fit in. We look, and are, out of place.

My refusal to use chemicals has made our yard somewhat…difficult to deal with. The weeds are battling with the few sprigs of grass for what seems like world dominance. Up until this week, our yard looked sickly compared to our neighbor’s toxic sod.

It’s been an unusually wet summer. My yard is thankful. I looked out the window today. Through the beating rain, I noticed no apparent difference between the grasses in our subdivision. I’ve had the last laugh (at least until the rain goes away). This time, the grass is not always greener on the other side.