Sign of the times

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.