Worst of all, my English lawn – known to my neighbours as "Wimbledon" – is looking desperately parched and grey.
The plots of lands with neat little cabins perched on the lawn, known as Schrebergärten, are impossible to miss if you travel around Germany by train.
The piece was the first in what will be a changing exhibition of sculptures on the strip of lawn known as DeSanti Plaza.
Just beyond the parade ground, where a towering bronze statue of Dwight D. Eisenhower looks over the expanse of lawn known as the Plain, the Hudson River narrows as it turns to the south.
All around, the sweet gums' star-shaped leaves were already taking on a crimson blush - just as they were supposed to do in their intended setting around an oval-shaped lawn known as the glade, near the south pool of the memorial.
Anyone who talks to a gardener with a carefully trimmed lawn will know that lawn care is a rich subculture full of social expectation and shared knowledge, from the relative merits of cylinder and rotary mowers to the dangers of close cropping.
"And after that," she says, gesturing lazily across the lawn, "who knows?" She waves to where Rodriguez is sitting.
I think of them as having retirement lawns, you know, empty-life lawns.
At the Ethiopian restaurant that was attacked, an outdoor cafe with lawn tables known as the Ethiopian Village, soldiers and onlookers watched side by side as rescue crews extracted the dead and the wounded from the wreckage.
Ms. Le Bon's lyrics are nonspecific but intimate, as if she's squinting hard to describe familiar subjects, as in "Fold the Cloth": I'm in the seams the clouds of creaks the moldings on the lawn I know these walls, I've loved them all we can't forget the house.
