Kelly yields the scythe with the wrath of an angry god. When Kelly and I first moved into our apartment two doors down, we’d sit on the porch and gaze out at the massive, overgrown jungle that lay below. After the city fined the property owners, we sensed an opening. One of the main thrusts of our pitch to the couple that owns our lot is that we’d keep the weeds down, leaving them in the good graces of the city’s Code Enforcement Office.
(photo by Marcy Montross)
