There are three small clumps of daffodils on a neighbor's front lawn, each marked by a rather superfluous - or aspirational - stake and tie. What makes this so obviously, quintessentially American is the picket fence - something that I had no idea what it could possibly be before visiting the US for the first time - I think I had in mind something like the imposing barrier that Aunt Polly gets Tom Sawyer to paint: "Thirty yards of board fence nine feet high." Nine feet? On the other hand, this fence is decidedly miniature, and more ornamental than functional. On the other side of it, one finds one of our street's great mysteries, which has been there as long as we have (and therefore, probably, a lot longer): that is, a lawn sprinkler with an old chopping board propped up against it. I imagine this is to stop people tripping over the sprinkler: you'd have thought the man who lives there might have come up with some other solution by now. It's good to see daffodils - there aren't a whole lot of them in Los Feliz.
No comments:
Post a Comment