Spring Comes To Syracuse

Foliage and Mob Mentality Erupt in a Fusion of Colors

From my good friend, MisterKlean. It's a picture of azaleas from the front of his house. MK is the only adult I know who is either responsible enough or foolish enough to be a bonafide homeowner. When he moved in last fall the landscape potential was an unknown, but now that warm weather has arrived his yard is a non-stop surprise party as all of the flowering plants come to life. Another surprise has been his introduction to the deadly-serious pressure of keeping a suburban lawn in a manner that will keep the neighbors from descending with torches and pitchforks as they battle to maintain the "integrity of the neighborhood". That's some motivation I could probably live without. My advice; hide behind one of those flowering bushes until the mob has moved on.