Because the thought occurred now and it might be gone tomorrow
Over the years, I’ve made a few notes about The Landscaper. He was…an interesting neighbor. First there was an issue with his delinquent children leaving beer cans in our yard. Then our ongoing irritation with his kids cutting through our garden. And the little spat about backyard fires (and his wife, The Harpy, screaming obscenities …
Since we moved here, I’ve gotten the impression that our presence has been a neighborhood disruption. The prior owner, an elderly woman, had let the landscaping fall into mild neglect over the years. That’s hardly her fault, but the encroaching wilderness had sent its signal to adjacent residents that the property had become a plot …