I noticed a patriarchal head of a middle eastern family participating in the American pastime and chore of summer yard work. He was very nicely dressed, his gold bracelets and gold rimmed glasses glinting in the balmy humid sunshine. He was wearing a nice vertically striped shades of blue and white button down collared shirt, and freshly pressed khaki slacks. He had nice slip on loafers, and had a well manicured lawn. It was almost as if he was doing a touch up, not mowing, trimming and weeding. He didn't have any grass stuck to his feet or pants cuffs, and hadn't broken out in a sweat. His lawn was a plushy high quality (and probably chemically enhanced) grass.
He looked very happy, and his yard looked happy too.