My Neighbor's Yard

It would be hard to overstate the perfection of my neighbor's yard.  The grass is a perfectly  smooth carpet of green perfectly edged and trimmed. No leaf or blade of grass sullies the porch, walk, or driveway. The flowers are promptly removed and replaced as soon as the blooms fade.  And this vision of perfection exists not only after yard work has been accomplished, it is all the time.  The neighborhood association may as well cement the Yard of the Month sign in place because no one else even comes close.  But I call the place the Dead Zone because you'll never see anything living there. It's kind of like a horticultural Stepford Wives. It looks perfect but it's not really alive.   The green of the grass is chemically induced. Pesticides keep any creepy crawly thing from making an appearance which means there are no bees on the sterile flowers, no butterflies, no dragonflies, and I doubt if a mosquito stands much of a chance either. All undergrowth has been removed out of fear of snakes. This means there are no birds, raccoons, possums, snakes, lizards, toads, or armadillos.  I honestly can't think why someone would buy acreage in the country and then proceed to make it uninhabitable for any living thing.