As Joan and her family heard the rattle and roar of the diesel-powered tractors with huge bat-wing mowers get closer, she couldn’t help but think, they’re at it again–mass murder.  The county said they were just keeping the grass in the ditches short, but for any flower taller than three inches; it was off with their heads!  Before it was too late, she tried to get the family to sing the old 60’s folk song, “Where have all the flowers gone. . . “