So
yeah, I grew up in Orange County, CA, in a gated community (and I'm
still having trouble proving to friends that I'm not the most sheltered
guy in San Francisco).
Living
in a gated community is weird for a number of reasons - security jeeps
(not hybrids) are always roving, for one. But growing up, the thing
that most irritated me is the fact that our community didn't let you
grow native plants in your yard. Chaparral-type
flora is normal for Orange County, but the community association wanted
a more New England/Old Country vibe - big lawns, water-intensive
flowering bushes and manmade ponds. None of which, of course, are
actually meant to exist in the climate.
So
I was especially annoyed when those roving security jeeps stopped on
the cul-de-sac adjacent to our street, scoped out our backyard from two
houses over (did they stand on the jeeps, or what?), then sent my
parents a cease-and-desist letter to the effect of, "How could you
betray our association's trust, and let a native bush grow in your
backyard? We'll be watching." This, in spite of the fact that the bush
was officially not visible from the street, unless, maybe, you were
crazy enough to stand on your jeep and peer into a backyard two houses
over from an adjacent cul-de-sac. And then only just.
The
occasional family trip to Palm Springs compounded my dislike for
excessive non-native flora and (this is gonna sound harsh) misuse of
water. Come on, people - lawns just weren't meant to exist in the
desert. Which is why I'm pro-fake lawn. When I think about them, I
can't help but think about the façades at Universal Studios, though.
I'm not sure I'll ever have a lawn, period, but I'm totally rooting for all those desert-bound Biters who decide to fake it.
-Toshio... off to stand on a Zipcar and peer into people's backyards...
Posted by: Jessica | February 22, 2007 at 07:55 AM