I've got a new neighbour. Actually I think there are 3 of them. Her, him, and a kitty.
She seems friendly, but curious, as the movers, and her friends, all parade past our bedroom windows. There is a smile on her face in the weak autumn sunshine. One that flickers like the light bulb on the brick wall that divides our patios.
I wonder what she thinks about all the plants on my patio, some of them overextending into the "common area" searching for more light. My garden is looking more shabby chic today, than upright and beautiful. The falling leaves, and fading flowers making it look as if it has just spent all day in its pajama's watching trash tv.
I wonder if she realizes that it is beautiful in the early spring. When everything around it is drab and damp.
Does she see only the stack of pots in the corner, and the huge pile of bright blue potting soil bags, squatting on a lawn chair. Or maybe she is distracted by the enormous sunflowers gracefully leaning over in their pot. Their vibrant fall colors and fading blooms blocking some of the view of our patio.
I know that the last neighbour did not like it at all. He was always complaining, as he smoked his odoriferous cigar on the deck. His raucous jazz treating the entire neighbourhood to his taste in music. That is usually when I had to break out the fish fertilizer, watering heavily until the smell drove him inside.
Maybe she is a gardener, and enjoys plants, that would be nice. It is about time we have a gardening neighbour again. Change is a good thing, right?
Or maybe it is time to break out the fish fertilizer again. I'll let you know.