Landscaping

1980s.

My dad has always had green thumb. He used to maintain a small vegetable patch, which he tended to in a number of unconventional ways. And if mother nature got in his way, he'd adjust accordingly. Case in point:

A house we used to live in had a large bank of windows in the living room that looked out on the backyard. The vegetable patch was off to the side of the house, where a small maple tree had been growing for a some time. I guess it was about 8-feet tall, thereabouts.

Anyway, one day I was sitting in the living room chatting on the phone with a friend and looking out the back window. Here comes Dad... carrying the uprooted tree across the expanse of the yard, then out of my field of vision. I was rendered speechless.

The displaced tree found a new home on the exact opposite end of our property. Later, dad decided he didn't like the new spot and put it right back where it had been in the first place.

That's what happens when you try to play God.