Over the Back Yard Fence

My friend and next door neighbor Peg and I often talk over the back fence that separates our two yards. It’s funny that we talk more this way than in each others’ houses sharing a cup of coffee. I was on my deck last week and I saw Peg about to go into her house and called out, “Wait! Don’t go in yet.” I had some things to discuss with her and that’s what we did–chatting and giggling, standing under my willow oak that shades both yards.

Today, I fear that it’s too wet to be chatting outdoors. We’ve had a spate of rain and more is forecast. So, I planted my herbs yesterday at just the right time to have them watered by nature. This was after a delicious Mother’s Day lunch prepared by my son and grandson. And, of course, rain precludes outdoor visiting and outdoor gardening so what is left to do? Why, read a mystery, of course, or better yet, continue writing my mysterious story of Miss Tootsie and the Mysteries of Hickory Ridge.

Comments

  1. I also enjoy talking to my neighbor over the side fence in the backyard. We’ve done that more often than going into each other’s homes to talk.

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