The Severed Cortex

This morning I walked out to the back yard. My neighbor was standing on his back patio with a cup of coffee in his hand, staring straight down at his lawn. Now, normally I wouldn't post anything about something as innocuous as that, but when I got home this evening Nancy informed me that my neighbor had been doing 'some kind of planting' in his yard. I know that's somewhat vague, but she assures me that something was going on. Nancy said he cleaned out his wheelbarrow (unlike me), and then used the hose to water his lawn some.