It was hard to say what it was that tipped him over the edge. You know that spot and time when chaos ceases to exit and madness does.
We noticed it as we walked past his place. The once trimmed front hedge was going crazy, growing over the footpath, the lawns usually manicured within an inch of their lives were running amok and even he was showing the signs of change, his hair was uncut, his beard unshaven and his demeanour nothing like it used to be.
“I’ve decided to let nature be itself,” he said as a way of explaining. “We try to control it to its detriment. So now I’m learning to live with it not have it live with me. And I love it. Don’t you think it’s magnificent?”
I had to admit his back yard was looking different; the jungle it was becoming was not what I’d call magnificent.
He surveyed everything, beaming in his appreciation of what nature was giving him. He had become an eco-nut there was no doubt but despite my reactions, my opinions and what ever else I was feeling I was in the presence of a man content and happy as he ran his hand over the vine growing through his kitchen window.