I think it's possible our neighbor is tired of the little teases of spring that we've been having lately. You know, beautiful, warm, sunny weather one day. Birds chirping. You're in short-sleeves, playing golf, taking your kids to the park. Your hopes soar - SPRING IS HERE!
Then, bam, the next day it's back to gloomy and cold. You crank the heat back up and huddle indoors.
I think, perhaps, Mrs. Earnestine has had enough.
Yesterday, I looked out our window to see this:
Two men, spray-painting her dried brown grass flourescent green.
Forget this back and forth winter-spring-winter-spring hoo ha. By golly, it's SPRING at her house!
I'm sure there's some purpose this serves (other than looking ridiculous). Maybe it kills the weeds and fertilizes the yard. Or it coaxes the new grass seedlings to come out faster. ...Something like that?
So far the only purpose I know for sure it serves is to cause Sophie to periodically look out the front window and yell out, "WOW, look! Mrs. Earnestine has grass just like my Easter basket!"