There's no accounting for . . .

taste and To each his own.

Two sayings close in meaning, used almost interchangeably. They are what we say when we want to compare our taste--always flawless--and our endless good sense with someone else's who, in our mind, falls far short of our high standard in some area, or maybe all areas, of life.

We may not always mean them as a put-down, but they carry the weight of one anyway. I am sorry about that as I use them today when describing what is in a neighbor's yard. They imply that what I saw I would never do. And it is true.

It's just this.

My neighbor has put a fake well in his front yard with a large pot of fake fall flowers in the well opening and fake autumn leaves glued or stapled all around the roof of the well.

I found it a bit curious, because it really is autumn. Real leaves and flowers of the season abound. See, this is the part where I say "there is no accounting for taste," because I always prefer the real to the fake, especially in flowers. It's true, the real ones will be gone one day, and the fake foliage will remain. So maybe that's the why of it. You never have to care for the unreal, and they will live, well no, they will persist long after the real are gone--that is until some bird begins pecking away at them for nest-building material. Wait, Carol, you're taking this too far.

As to the fake well, I can only guess he won the thing somewhere or bought it at a yard sale. Again, to each his own.