Walking around any residential neighborhood in October of
an election year is bound to give you a bit of a scare.
For instance—I’m not sure whether to be more afraid of
the tombstones or the political signage in this yard:
Because of the electioneering (and I don’t much pay
attention to who’s running for what at the municipal level when it’s not my
municipality) I almost passed by the scariest sign of all:
Then I realized that there was no candidate called Brown
or Green. It’s actually a sign of the times, as you can tell from the state of
the lawn in this yard.
Viz.: we are smack in the middle of a multi-year drought
here, and people are having to cut way back on their water use.
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