Tales from Easement Acres
I’ve mentioned The Landscaper, our neighborhood stoner landscaper who doesn’t seem to concern himself much over his children’s blatant disregard for property lines. Our tenuous relationship as neighbors I had considered to be a cliché, owing to the old adage that “fences make good neighbors”. And seeing as I had landscapers in the family, I …
Following the First World War, sections of the former No Man’s Land in France and Belgium were deemed uninhabitable for the foreseeable future, due to their lingering high levels of soil contamination of lead and various chemical weapons. These areas, assigned the moniker “Zone Rouge”, were quarantined and allowed to return to nature. Following the …
Over the years, I’ve made a few notes about The Landscaper. He was…an interesting neighbor. First there was an issue with his delinquent children leaving beer cans in our yard. Then our ongoing irritation with his kids cutting through our garden. And the little spat about backyard fires (and his wife, The Harpy, screaming obscenities …
Since we moved here, I’ve gotten the impression that our presence has been a neighborhood disruption. The prior owner, an elderly woman, had let the landscaping fall into mild neglect over the years. That’s hardly her fault, but the encroaching wilderness had sent its signal to adjacent residents that the property had become a plot …
One should always strive to maintain a tentative peace with the neighbors, but as I’ve complained about before, I really dislike how a certain hippie neighbor (The Landscaper) pays no regard to his feral children running through my yard. Still, it’s a minor concern, so I let it go. The Landscaper is a landscaper, so …