Chaz’ Daily Excursion into Hubris

Chaz brags about his yard: “You should have seen it when we moved in.”

They hired men who cut down all their trees, severed neighbor’s branches overhanging the fence, lay sod.

Then he and his wife planted flowers, perennials and annuals, but no trees.

“They’d block the sun,” Chas says gesticulating the reach of a tree’s canopy.

Today on a sunny summer’s day, he yells, “Pippa, don’t you want to get in the shade?” as he stands against his neighbor’s tree-lined fence to find relief from the sun.

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