One person can make a difference in Naperville when it comes to rules and regulations resulting in ordinances, but not always with the intended outcome. It happened in 2016 when one woman got bent out of shape after seeing a honeybee in her birdbath. The city council over-reacted (it happens) with beekeeping restrictions, but rather than tamping down beekeeping interest, there began to be a proliferation of beekeepers or at least the plight of bees trying to survive against insecticides and lawn chemicals. The upward surge has not been overwhelming, but noticeable.
Every day my wife and I take our three poodles on a car ride through the neighborhood to Whalon Lake, then west on Royce to Keim weaving towards Bailey, then south on Wehrli, and occasionally to different neighborhoods. I’ve noticed more and more yards, including my neighbor, adorned with foot-tall dandelions, that seem to pop-up overnight. I’m sure some of these ‘dandelion farmers’ do-so as a cost-cutting effort, while others dandelion-enthusiasts are supporting the honey-bee population as is the case with my neighbor.
I have another neighbor who’s lawn looks like it’s right out of issue of Lawn and Garden; immaculate with not one blade of grass out of place. My bay window looks out towards his masterpiece, while he looks out his window towards my bountiful, exquisite dandelions. The cool thing is we get along great. I suppose it helps that we are both avid Cub fans.
There is a line from a Woody Allen movie, Anne Hall where he says there are two kinds of people, the sick and the miserable. He’s asked how do you know which group you’re in and he says, if you’re not sick, then you’re miserable. I suppose dandelion people can be divided in two groups too; pro and con.