When you were young you were the king of carrot flowers

So lately I've been going on many reflective walks and jogs through the Gardens. For those of you who don't know, Forest Hills Gardens is a section of town that is really beautiful and old fashioned. It was supposedly America's first planned community and basically hasn't changed in 100 years and the residents must adhere to strict standards of how the houses have to look and what kind of things they can decorate with. It's really pretty to walk around in, especially during the spring time.

Most houses look like this:



and this:



but then, there is this one house that looks like this:



Wow, that looks like a lot of flowers... What clever gardeners must reside in that little spot of Eden! Oh, wait... let me get a closer look



are those...fake flowers?? Yes, yes they are. Hundreds of fake flowers!!!!



I wonder what the house looks like? Here's the walkway (sorry it's sideways, i couldn't figure out how to rotate pictures...)
Note the cheetah standing guard.



This is definitely the house that kids dare each other to ring the doorbell. Even in broad daylight with numerous other cars slowing down to gawk, i definitely felt really creeped out and somewhat like my life was in danger and someone was going to pop out of the shrubbery with a pitchfork and straggly beard and snatch me.

You may think maybe this is temporary and someone died recently and there's a neighborhood wide show of support. But I assure you, no Polish heads of state, or coal miners reside in Forest Hills. It's been like this for over a year and they rotate the flowers. There were a lot more poinsettias in the winter.

I don't know whether to feel really sad for these people or be jealous of their uniqueness or be thankful i'm not locked in their prison dungeon.

Oh and this is their car...