It's not that we want to live next door to folks with a rusted out 1967 VW Beetle in their front lawn (although if they planted some beautiful flowers in it, that could be interesting). It's not that we crave loud music at 3am or secretly love neon orange house paint. We like the idea of living in a neighborhood where people care for their home and property. We like the idea of caring for our own home and property, and are glad to do so. We like where we live and are thankful for our home and neighborhood.
All that notwithstanding, I was a little put out when a letter arrived from the property manager over the weekend, stating that our yard was out of compliance and would we please bring it up to standards. Honestly, we have two little ones and yardwork is not highest on our priority list if and when we have free time. As it turns out, they sent the letter to anyone who hadn't mowed in a week or so, and we were certainly guilty of that.
So I brought out my best weed-puller (Grace), grabbed the old-fashioned reel mower, brandished the hedge clippers, learned how to use a weed whacker, and attacked the yard. There's more to do, but we've enjoyed being out in the nicer weather and I've enjoyed getting my hands in the dirt.
Here's hoping they drive by again this week to see the results of our labor.
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