Rainwater is what goes on our lawn, and I’ve identified about a dozen different kinds of ground cover in addition to whatever was seeded in 1973 when the property was used to grow soybeans and hay. The lawn is mowed once a week, mostly because I need a few hours out of the house. The only artificial stuff put on the lawn are the empty food and drink containers and cigarette cartons tossed out of windows by people too friggin’ lazy or stupid to keep them in their cars for the last quarter-mile to the subdivision down the road.
A small telescope of even middling quality will do quite well. I have a small Meade ‘scope that would be considered a cheap spotting scope and which I’ve seen sold everywhere from hobby shops to toy departments. Galileo would have killed his friend the Pope to own it.
My county in Ohio, and three of the ones that adjoin it, use letter-number-house number systems that work the same way, though the labeling schemes in each county are just different enough to cause momentary confusion when you cross a county line. And a missing hyphen which his PDA didn’t recognize (Road 12 instead of Road 1-2) almost sent our satellite-TV serviceman about eleven miles out of his way on his next call until I got him straightened out (the zipcode was a useful hint).
It’s the residential subdivisions in which the streets are named after the trees that were cut down and the birds that were chased away.Industrial parks have street names like “Enterprise Avenue” and “Commerce Way.”
Reminds me of the (apocryphal?) story about the janitor showing the girl students what he did to clean the bathroom mirror after they left lipstick prints on it.
The mere desire to start an HOA should be a hanging offense. It’s a power trip for petty people who can’t get elected to school boards.