My neighbor’s blue house has one small bathroom window on it that faces the back of our house, and that is thankfully obscured by the rather effective hedge row that seems to grow in a plane. I know this is a bathroom window because I have heard bathroom chatter (“Do you know where my towel is?”, “Is that your soap?”) muffled through its pane, or I should say, clearly I have heard it, as well as the long slow flush of a non-water saving toilet, the kind that takes about a full minute and puts one in mind of the plumbing in certain underdeveloped, though still yet modern, countries. The hedge remarkably holds this planar aspect, though I’ve honestly only trimmed it this way with the hedge trimmers one or two times in the seven years we’ve lived here. It is a very tall hedge, and it requires a ladder to reach the upper portion, and thus it becomes an involved undertaking which I usually find a reason to put off. As for the neighbor himself, we have had run-ins about how he didn’t like the way our yard’s weeds were growing through the gap between the fence and the sidewalk. And this was in the first months after he moved in, though we had been in our house for over a year, maybe even two, and it’s never been amicable since. He proceeded that day, to go at these weeds aggressively with his edge trimmer, This being the one time he thought to bother me about anything to do with my yard, which dispute did not even touch his yard, his fence, his property, but rather the right of way of the public sidewalk. In the years since, I've never seen him so much as cast a glance at his own yard and its weed-strewn patch, its side yard that borders my yard, a three-foot strip of no man's land where, about two years ago, some plumbing contractors began to lay PVC piping though which has since been abandoned. On the other hand, I have trimmed his trees whose snaking branches have choked out my own, smaller trees along the fence, and, strangest of all, someone—this neighbor, perhaps, I don't know who else it could be—trimmed back the plum tree branch from our tree that was getting dangerously close to growing across his roof. Perhaps he did it when we were away, though this strikes me as odd, considering how absent he is most of the time. I rarely hear him now, except when the bathroom light goes on and I am in the yard. His yard is small; he must be preoccupied with other things.
Weeds
Weeds
Weeds
My neighbor’s blue house has one small bathroom window on it that faces the back of our house, and that is thankfully obscured by the rather effective hedge row that seems to grow in a plane. I know this is a bathroom window because I have heard bathroom chatter (“Do you know where my towel is?”, “Is that your soap?”) muffled through its pane, or I should say, clearly I have heard it, as well as the long slow flush of a non-water saving toilet, the kind that takes about a full minute and puts one in mind of the plumbing in certain underdeveloped, though still yet modern, countries. The hedge remarkably holds this planar aspect, though I’ve honestly only trimmed it this way with the hedge trimmers one or two times in the seven years we’ve lived here. It is a very tall hedge, and it requires a ladder to reach the upper portion, and thus it becomes an involved undertaking which I usually find a reason to put off. As for the neighbor himself, we have had run-ins about how he didn’t like the way our yard’s weeds were growing through the gap between the fence and the sidewalk. And this was in the first months after he moved in, though we had been in our house for over a year, maybe even two, and it’s never been amicable since. He proceeded that day, to go at these weeds aggressively with his edge trimmer, This being the one time he thought to bother me about anything to do with my yard, which dispute did not even touch his yard, his fence, his property, but rather the right of way of the public sidewalk. In the years since, I've never seen him so much as cast a glance at his own yard and its weed-strewn patch, its side yard that borders my yard, a three-foot strip of no man's land where, about two years ago, some plumbing contractors began to lay PVC piping though which has since been abandoned. On the other hand, I have trimmed his trees whose snaking branches have choked out my own, smaller trees along the fence, and, strangest of all, someone—this neighbor, perhaps, I don't know who else it could be—trimmed back the plum tree branch from our tree that was getting dangerously close to growing across his roof. Perhaps he did it when we were away, though this strikes me as odd, considering how absent he is most of the time. I rarely hear him now, except when the bathroom light goes on and I am in the yard. His yard is small; he must be preoccupied with other things.