It may be true that there is no accounting for people’s
tastes, but you can’t help but wonder. This is the time of year when the tidy
yard folks are out there demonstrating their superior good taste by mulching
their shrubs and trees and anything else which gets in the way. There is no
disputing that the result can be visually satisfying. But vision, although it
is the strongest of our senses, is not our only sense.
Who would have thought that even in the garden, beauty must suffer.
Local gardens now are full of daffodils,
early plums and cherries, magnolias, hyacinths, the earliest tulips and lots of
odds and ends which might tempt one to linger and enjoy both the visual beauty
and the olfactory pleasure. But just as you settle into enjoying the dreamy, languor
inducing aroma of the magnolias, things go terribly wrong. The wind shifts, and
suddenly the neighbor’s mulch asserts itself. Rudely shaken from your reverie,
you bolt aimlessly to escape the offensive assault. That mulch reeks of vomit.
But it sure looks pretty.
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