(Thank you Mags and Bert for pointing out that the picture in the original post...wasn't there. Oops. Thanks, guys!)
I have this fabulous neighbor, MK. She is everything a neighbor should be. She showed up with a gorgeous Bundt cake when I moved in, she gave me the names and numbers for all her "guys" (window guys, rat guys, gutter guys, roof guys.) She has a lot of guys. Oh, and a garden guy. We used the same garden guy for a few months last year, mostly to keep the house looking at least decent while we waited to move in. (There was a three month gap between closing on the house and actually moving in, because of work.) Anyhow, the gardening guy was great, and did a phenomenal job.
However, after we'd been moved in for a month or two, I just felt like I would rather save the money and do the job myself. We didn't have a lawn to speak of, and I invested in a few cool tools to keep the weeds under control. (How had I never heard of an action hoe before?! I will never kneel down to pull weeds again!) However, even with all my snazzy tools, my yard never looked as nice as hers. (And, in my defense, my yard WAS being cared for by an amateur. Namely, me. While her yard basked in the glow of Professional Two Man Team-dom.) I was a little embarassed, honestly.
She remarked, after about two months, that had I let the gardener go? Because the yard wasn't looking as nice as it used to. Ouch. Then there were the leaves. I didn't know how he did it, but her yard hardly EVER had a leaf visible in it, while my yard seemed littered with them. Even as I raked and blew and bagged, I could still see them hiding under bushes, or hooked on branches, just waiting to come down. All. Year. Long.
It wasn't until a recent doozy of a windstorm that I realized not all of my embarrassment was entirely necessary.
Do you see what I see? All those little blogs are soggy, pollen filled "pine cones" from a large tree behind my fence. They, inexplicably, STOP AT MY PROPERTY LINE. This picture was taken first thing in the morning, and I haven't seen the gardener in weeks. I've never seen MK in her yard, working or otherwise...this is simply some cosmic joke.
Apparently, in the Grand Script, I play the part of Pigpen.
I have this fabulous neighbor, MK. She is everything a neighbor should be. She showed up with a gorgeous Bundt cake when I moved in, she gave me the names and numbers for all her "guys" (window guys, rat guys, gutter guys, roof guys.) She has a lot of guys. Oh, and a garden guy. We used the same garden guy for a few months last year, mostly to keep the house looking at least decent while we waited to move in. (There was a three month gap between closing on the house and actually moving in, because of work.) Anyhow, the gardening guy was great, and did a phenomenal job.
However, after we'd been moved in for a month or two, I just felt like I would rather save the money and do the job myself. We didn't have a lawn to speak of, and I invested in a few cool tools to keep the weeds under control. (How had I never heard of an action hoe before?! I will never kneel down to pull weeds again!) However, even with all my snazzy tools, my yard never looked as nice as hers. (And, in my defense, my yard WAS being cared for by an amateur. Namely, me. While her yard basked in the glow of Professional Two Man Team-dom.) I was a little embarassed, honestly.
She remarked, after about two months, that had I let the gardener go? Because the yard wasn't looking as nice as it used to. Ouch. Then there were the leaves. I didn't know how he did it, but her yard hardly EVER had a leaf visible in it, while my yard seemed littered with them. Even as I raked and blew and bagged, I could still see them hiding under bushes, or hooked on branches, just waiting to come down. All. Year. Long.
It wasn't until a recent doozy of a windstorm that I realized not all of my embarrassment was entirely necessary.
Do you see what I see? All those little blogs are soggy, pollen filled "pine cones" from a large tree behind my fence. They, inexplicably, STOP AT MY PROPERTY LINE. This picture was taken first thing in the morning, and I haven't seen the gardener in weeks. I've never seen MK in her yard, working or otherwise...this is simply some cosmic joke.
Apparently, in the Grand Script, I play the part of Pigpen.
This keeps happening on Myrnie's blog too, but I cannot see your picture =[ just a big empty white box...
ReplyDeleteThis is the first time I saw the box that Bert is referring to.
ReplyDeletepigpen...heh :)
ReplyDeleteAction hoe? Are you allowed to use that term? I thought one of the Kardashians had trademarked it.
ReplyDeleteDefinitely looks suspicious to me. You might want to spray some dust along her property line to see if she has some sort of invisible fance that repels nature's castoffs!
ReplyDeleteHahahahaha! I'm so sorry! Some people have all the luck! That's just too funny!
ReplyDeleteSo we match... sort of. Because your yard looks like Pigpen. And I myself look like Pigpen. *grin*
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