Every month during the spring and summer, my parents invest time (and money) into making our yard be as green and beautiful as possible. The two seasons are spent with them commenting on who has the sturdy little sign proudly displayed on their lawn and what they can do to make their yard outshine the current winner's.
Sadly, for seven years our grass has refused to cooperate. Even with the automatic sprinklers, even with my mom's nightly walks with her watering can and even with my dad's daily talks to his plants, they had never achieved "Yard of the Month".
This morning, Oscar and I woke up to clanging and hollering. We looked out the window and spotted two strangers whacking a sign in our front yard. At first we didn't know what to think- are we selling the house?! Are we being foreclosed upon?! Then with the cloud of sleep dissolving with the rhythmic noise we were able to read that for the month of May, 13615 is the proud owner of the yard of the month. I don't think any gift will top this come Mother's Day.
In the meantime, my siblings and I are keeping this a secret so that when my parents return from their trip to Mexico City they can pull up to such a sweet surprise.