Irritated Hillbilly Lawn Blogging
As you know, I regularly mow my lawn. It’s genetic; I come from a long line of conscientious lawn tenders.
For the last several months, the neighborhood has had some, shall we say, “issues” with my next-door neighbor. The last time this individual mowed the grass was in August, and it was at that time s/he mowed some random stripes and letters or shapes into the back yard. Since then it’s been growing – and growing, and
growing.
On Tuesday, I was doing some work outside my house and one of the neighbors stopped by to discuss the unsightly property next door, which has now been vacant for at least a couple of weeks. The neighbor told me s/he was going to contact the city and see what could be done about it. We talked for a while about the gradual decline of the property and agreed that we hoped the owner would clean it up soon.
So, imagine my surprise yesterday when I got home and found a notice that I had a certified letter from the city waiting for me at the post office. I almost knew what it was going to be, and that caused me to stew all night.
I got up early and arrived at the post office shortly after 9 a.m., which was the earliest I could pick up the letter.
You guessed it. The letter informed me that I had high grass and weeds growing in
my yard and was, therefore, in violation of city code. I had 10 days (from yesterday) to correct the matter, the letter said.
I was so irate that I drove home and immediately typed a letter of appeal, explaining that the property they were looking for was the house next door. I gave the house number and told the story about the lawn not being mowed since August and the trash sitting out at the curb rotting for the past six weeks or so (and now bits and pieces are blowing into my yard). Since I wanted to get the matter resolved as quickly as possible, I hopped in the car and returned to the post office and paid over $4 to send the letter certified mail right back to the city. My fear was they would drive by in 10 days and see the grass still high and ugly and fine
me. I couldn’t imagine that the grass would be cut, as I’d not seen a soul over there in weeks. After all, it’d been growing, untouched, since August.
I arrived home from work tonight at about 5 p.m. and heard the sound of a lawn mower. Yep, the out-of-town property owners had arrived and were mowing the jungle of a back yard, meaning that it is now slightly shorter than MY yard. GAH!
So now what? The letter is on the way to the code enforcement guy, who will probably drive by and see a perfectly mowed yard next door and either think a) I’m insane or b) I deserve a citation for having my yard slightly shorter than the other yard. To avoid the latter, I’m going to mow the bloody back yard again tomorrow, which means the code dude will just think I’m crazy. Either way, I’m out over $4 and have to mow my back yard AGAIN, not to mention the worry (I am an expert worrier).
Of course, the other option is that the code enforcement officer has mistaken my two medium-sized clumps of ornamental grass for weeds.
Gah – either way, it is just my luck that after three months, the property owners show up on the very day I send a letter to the city.