So I rummaged around on Zillow and found an old, familiar house. Sort of. I remembered the original, lovely context and neighborhood. I recognized the excellent-condition red brick place where the retired minister lived and had interesting conversations with my relative, whose religion was somewhat mysterious. I was shocked to see just the basics on once-thriving land. There was nothing discernible of change and substitution. There was only 'Mmm?' Once upon a time, this was a year-round profusion of color and edibles. Now, it is a wasteland. Very sad. Now, you understand that I have not said 'They should have hired a gardener' or 'They should have grown up into the property instead of reverting it to their personal and public sandbox.' (It is a large corner lot.) Oh, no. I did not even imply that. Much.
Seriously. I wondered if xeriscape just sort of xeri-escaped them and they could not accomplish a conversion to cactus garden or some other finished look.
I thought of this while reading Kathy's post. For this property, xeriscape would be appropriate and increase the value greatly. It would give the noticeable place a settled look and set the tone for several blocks. It would not burden the next owner with an expensive removal or ongoing water bill. It would not cause the property to blow dirt at the neighbors during the inevitable storm season. But the new owners have done what they have done.
Bach is not noise, Madam. (Robert, in Two's Company)