Neighborhood News

You know that I like my house, I like my garden, I like my neighbors. 

It's a good place to live.

Here is the afternoon shadow of my water lily sculpture on the house,

and the shadows of done and gone allium on the side of the house.

You know I love this garden out front,

even to the extent of not allowing rude people to park in front of it.

Park rules allow each home to have two unit resident's cars in front, 

and additional cars must go to a common area up the street.

In short, parking is regulated, not a free for all.

The first time someone parked in front of my window, 

behind which I sew and watch the world go by, 

I called the office and the violator got a "ticket" and moved the car.

I got the park rules out of the drawer and re-read the points for each offense,

and the number of points to being evicted.

It seemed a little extreme; so I settled on my way.

Pink tickets.

My pink ticket says the parking places belong to me; 

please ask permission before you take one. Thank you.

So far I have issued one ticket.

Early this week my neighbor asked to park in front of my garden this week.

Management put drains on my side of the road first, 

"to see if they worked," according to the ready gossip.

You remember the drains.

They work!

Now they're putting drains across the street.

I have grass growing and it's time for me to look into a lawn mower.

Electric, I think.