“You reported my father’s garden to the county zoning office,” I stated directly.

He took a slow sip of his wine without denying the claim.

“I submitted a formal zoning complaint through the proper county channels, yes.”

“Why would you do such a thing?” I demanded.

“Because it is an eyesore,” he answered plainly, as if stating an obvious truth.

“It is half an acre of raw dirt, towering corn, and decaying vegetables situated right outside my main living room windows.

I paid a substantial sum of money for this lot and built a custom home here, and I did not invest that money to look at an active farm every day.”