It's one thing to not allow people to park a '76 Pinto on the lawn, all four tires removed, up on cinder blocks, with the hood up. It's another to live in a community which tells you that you may not have a clothes line in your backyard, a basketball hoop in your front yard, or complains becsue you picked the wrong color flowers for your garden. Some HOAs are insane.
I thought pennicillin was supposed to solve that problem.