She stopped exactly 2 in from the rusted wire fence, looked down at her spotless white tennis shoes, and then glared up at me. She did not say hello. She did not introduce herself.
She just held up the clipboard and tapped it with a perfectly manicured finger. “You have a commercial vehicle parked in plain view,” she said. Her voice sounded like a lawnmower blade hitting a rock.
“It is a violation of the neighborhood aesthetic guidelines.” I looked over my shoulder. Parked about 50 yards away, entirely on my property, was my tractor. It is a big, faded green machine that has been running since before Brenda was born.
“That is a tractor,” I said. I leaned against the wooden post and wiped the sweat off my forehead. She sighed. It was that heavy, exaggerated sigh a kindergarten teacher gives a child who keeps eating paste.Agriculture & Forestry
“Whatever it is, it is an eyesore. We have an open house at the model home this weekend, and I cannot have prospective buyers looking at agricultural debris. I am the president of the homeowners association.Gardening
