We live in a great neighborhood. People are respectful, quiet, and kind. No matter how crazy everything else gets, coming home to this house, this place, and this neighborhood has been my refuge, and I can’t imagine being anywhere else.
Saturday was incredibly windy, and I got the first load of laundry up on the line (HOORAY!). As I was almost taking flight with my sheets, our neighbor two houses up who has beautiful gardens and lots of fun tools pulled up in the yard and asked if I wanted him to take a few swipes through our garden with his tiller.
Um, yes please!
The result was that what would have taken us a full weekend to break up and start tilling Randy did in 5 minutes with his souped up John Deer. There’s still a LOT of weeding and tilling to do, but he helped make this so much easier.