SMALL URBAN PRAIRIES

THE owners of these properties, one is vacant,  belong to the lowest of them castes anywhere. Pure and simple riff raff.  Noisy, uneducated hogs.  Any Christian principle of god fearing people would be tested by these bastards and bastardettes. We live in the middle.

Yet, thanks to their lack of maintenance--our garden not the most manicured in the world by any standard-- looks like a million, at least in my eyes.

That on one hand, on the other, this unedited vegetation, mostly grasses, broad leaf weeds and shrubbery of different kinds offer some visual relief against concrete or perhaps worse, bare soil.

Besides,  the flowers and seeds provide nectar and food for birds and insects;

I could, with simple shears and hand pruners do some editing to improve the wild appearance but they do not deserve it.  Let the urban prairies be, our flora and fauna will appreciate it. 

that is that