Back in May, I posted a picture of the loveliest front yard in the neighbourhood. I’ve been watching it as it morphs through its various phases. Last night I took some more photos. I’m not much of a photographer, so these don’t nearly do it justice, but you’ll get the general idea.
I also got to meet the artist as she was tending to her creation and I complimented her on her beautiful front yard. She took a moment. Studied me carefully and then said, “thank-you”.
She apologized for staring at me, but explained that she wasn’t sure at first if I was being sincere because ever since she started this garden, a couple of years ago, she’s been getting nothing but grief from the neighbours. They complain constantly that it doesn’t fit in with the rest of the neighbourhood and want her to put the lawn back.
I was stunned.
This reminds me of Jo having to take her petunias off the balcony of her condo because management feels they might scratch up the railings.
Or poor Noha, who was taken to task for wearing her modest hijabi swimwear to her condo’s pool. The custodian told her she couldn’t swim in the pool anymore without a regulation swimsuit.
Or the clothesline ban that used to be in effect in Ontario — lifted only because Dalton McGuinty wants to look green.
Or the mural ban that one Ottawa couple found out about when they hired an artist to paint a mural on their garage to cover up the graffiti that kept appearing there.