ORIGINAL: Chickenboy
Dood. Best thing to do is turn "these people" on one another. Explain that you'd be happy to comply, but need an ENVIRONMENTAL IMPACT REPORT on your HISTORIC REGISTRY fenceline. Find (or place) some Himalayan titmouse in your bouganvilla and call the animal rightists. Sell tickets. Problem solved.
By way of disclosure, that isn't my fence but some of the concrete spindle-thingys have almost that much lichen. The main part of the fence is concrete block and stucco and the part under the oak gets limited sun so it has stuff growing on it and oak tannins which give it a look of antiquity. I did paint the steel (wrought iron) portion of the fence because it did have some rust but when they sent me another letter I realized Frau Braun was talking about the pilasters and concrete block portions. At first it didn't compute because I see it as a look of character and antiquity but I now suspect she has never been more than 15 miles from the place of her birth and her family never got
National Geographic when they were kids either. Even worse, I will have to slaughter some plants to get to the fence to paint it. I suspect they will win because they can unilaterally levy a fine and they have a lawyer (whom I support with my dues). I would go down there and argue my case but I already made a scene at one of the meetings over their approval of the lot subdivision on the street.
The worst bit is the Board President is really hot. I think she is half-Asian and has a kind of Tia Carrera thing goin' on.
Regretably, the best solution may just be to get out the surgilube and grab my ankles.