cars on the lawn.
one of the quirky, endearing, but sometimes frustrating parts of living where we live is the baseball games.
we live in a house, next to a church (and there are stories to be told about that, as well!), on a fairly large lot.
just shy of an acre.
and most of that acre is on the east side of the house.
behind that portion of our yard is a baseball diamond, used by the county baseball league.
and although we've lived here for nearly ten years now, there are still many people who come to the games, and assume that our yard is a public park.
the first few years were the worst - people parking in the middle of the yard, or driving across the yard to the park entrance, kids climbing in our trees, garbage strewn about, and noisy parties late into the evening after a game.
it took some "training," but now most people are respectful of the fact that this is private property.
most.
but, if I'm home on the afternoon of a home game, I do park myself on the porch early, and try to catch the first offenders from parking on the grass.
if one person pulls up onto the lawn, the rest follow suit.
one of the attractions for them are our huge maple trees along this parking area, and they like to pull under the trees for the shade.
what they don't realize is that the ground is becoming so compacted around the trees that it is causing stress for the maples, and I'm afraid we will lose them, in time.
and trees are pretty important when you're a Druid.
today, our Kolberg Braves are playing the other first place team in the league, the Egg Harbor Indians, and there's sure to be a huge, enthusiastic crowd.
I love it!
it's one of the reasons I always wanted to live in the country.
the quiet, the closeness to nature, small town, rural values, and all that.
I want the Braves to win today.
I just don't want them to park on the lawn.
