We’ve been meaning for some time to rant about this New York Times story about 88 year-old Elizabeth Sheridan, who has planted–make that arranged–a number of fake Christmas trees in her yard and filled them with fake flowers. There is also, according to the story, "an inflatable dinosaur, with figurines of animals and various wind chimes."
Now, any woman who puts an inflatable dinosaur in her garden is all right with us, but would you believe it–the neighbors don’t agree. One man, a lawyer who lives alongside her on–wait for it–Puritan Avenue–said,
"It’s like a punch in the face every time I look out the window," he said. "Look, they put the brightest colors on the side facing me, just to bug me. I can’t go to my death knowing I didn’t do something about this."
Anyone who has ever been punched in the face might point out that looking at some fake flowers is not anywhere close to having your nose knocked out of joint, but Mrs. Sheridan, and her 53 year-old son, who lives with her and helps her tend this weird little garden, are not intimidated. It is this kind of detail that keeps us coming back to the NYT:
Mr. Sheridan wears a tweed blazer, a traditional British flat cap and longish sideburns. He smokes a pipe and calls his mother "Mother." He is rarely seen without her.
We’ve heard nothing new about Mrs. Sheridan, her angry lawyer neighbor, or her garden of punch-in-the-face plastic flowers, but we hope that she’s still out there, shaking things up on Puritan Avenue.
We also hope that there’s a 50-someting Peter Sellers type out there somewhere to play the part of Mr. Sheridan in the movie adaptation of this little drama. Kevin Klein, perhaps? Of course we’ll need Judi Dench for the lead.
And can Wes Anderson direct?
Where’s our GardenRant agent when we need her? We have a film deal to put together!