*Before we begin - does everyone know Gladys Kravitz of Bewitched? If not, click here and, if you don't, it's entirely possible that you are too young to be reading this anyway.*
I am ashamed to say I have inadvertently become the local Gladys Kravitz.
Luckily (or not so luckily, depending on your preference for sunlight pouring into your home; more of which, I would greatly appreciate), we only have one window that looks out the front of the house. Well...that's not quite true. We have the one window in the kitchen that looks directly at the front door of our neighbors across the street. We also have have sidelights on our front door that give a slightly different vantage point for the same neighbors. There is also a window in the bathroom and in a closet - but those blinds remain closed...for obvious reasons.
So, see above regarding as much sunlight as I can get into this house, all the blinds - except for the closet and bathroom - are opened every morning. And while I DO enjoy looking out into the backyard to see what is blooming (currently, only two scraggly day lilies that I need to replace. With what? And? Who, me? Go to a nursery right now? Not happening) - while trying to ignore all the things that need doing (see previous sentence) - there are many times that I find myself standing at the kitchen window gazing vacantly across the street - because honestly - where am I going and what else am I doing these days? I should note here, that I'm never actually at the window looking for the local dirt. I'm usually just killing time.
These neighbors aren't bad neighbors by any stretch of the imagination. She and the girls seem lovely. He, on the other hand, is a little odd but seems nice.
What has recently captured my attention across the street is their landscaping choices. Not that I should dare to presume how one should landscape their own yard. Because, really, it's none of my business.
But, it IS there and I DO see it, so...I have to wonder about some of their choices. Before they moved in, the landscaping was fine. Conventional even. Lovely, but nothing to talk about.
And then one day, out of nowhere three random bushes appeared near the street. Just bushes. In the middle of the yard. Not in a bed. Three random bushes that need to be mowed around somehow. Three bushes, placed far enough apart that will take a million years to grow together and be a random hedge...if that is what they are hoping for. Which, would also look odd, come to think of it.
My husband would throttle me if I disrupted his mowing by throwing random obstacles into his path.
Then a crepe myrtle appeared. Right next to the mailbox. I had to ask The Husband, "Who would place an actual TREE next to a mailbox?" He didn't have an answer.
Yesterday, a random tree appeared in their yard. Right in front of their front door. Why?!
I can only surmise that they have witnessed my vacant staring from the kitchen window and are trying to find a modicum of privacy.