It was the drought of 1999
Leon wasn’t much of a gardener. Plastic flowers thrust into the soil were proof. But his lawn was his pride. He mowed that lawn once a week, every Thursday at 6 pm, and watered it every day. It was the best lawn in the neighborhood.
Then came the mandatory water restrictions. No one was allowed to water their gardens. Neighbors wondered what Leon would do.
Miss Sally, the diplomatic, empathetic member on the Home Owner’s Association board was delegated to visit Leon to ensure he did not violate the restriction.
“What are you going to do, Leon?” Miss Sally asked with genuine concern.
“I’m going to pray,” Leon said
“That’s good, but you may want to consider mowing your lawn less frequently to keep it from burning from all the sun and not enough water,” Miss Sally gently suggested.
“Can’t do that,” Leon responded, “Been mowing my lawn every Thursday, Spring and Summer, since I moved here 40 years ago.”
Thursday came. 6 p.m. There were many eyes peering out the window. Leon’s garage door opened, and out he came pushing his mower. He stopped, looked heavenwards into the blistering sun, and raised his arms up high. After praying, Leon proceeded to mow.
Every week, it was the same. Every Thursday Leon prayed, then he mowed—but he never watered his lawn.
The neighbors watched and talked about it.