|A garden is pure, joyous, abundance|
I never knew who lived in the house that was the one holdout in a sea of high maintenance living carpet. But I sure did admire the homeowner that dared to be different, and planted their entire front yard in potatoes every year.
I passed by the 'potato farm' on my way to elementary school, and it was my island of sanity on that walk. Something felt right about it.
It was probably what I perceived as a blend of practicality and defiance for the rules of a confused, and confusing, system.
As a kid, that made a lot of sense to me. It still does.
Update: Here is another front garden. You can't say it doesn't look 'neat', a common complaint of neighbours.