Our new neighbors are probably lovely people in many lovely ways, but the first thing they did after moving in, was to hack down, uproot, clear out, and grind to bits every speck of plant life in their yard.
This was, of course, within their rights.
Never mind the fact that the jade plants were huge and hearty and probably ancient. Forget the towering bottle-brush plants that the hummingbirds loved. To hell with whatever that tree with the fragrant waxy white flowers was. These plants had thrived and bloomed and not bothered a soul for as long as memory, and yet they had zero right to continue to survive.
But before you think this rant is my selfless plea for plant rights, you need to know that in place of the lush, living wall of green that you see in all these happy BEFORE photos, the new neighbors are erecting an enormous fence, leaving me in... a ditch.
I am not the first person to have her view obscured, and I am not going to murder these neighbors in their sleep, or do anything harsh or nasty to their ghastly, towering fence.
But this blog stands as a memorial to the greenery, birds, bugs and bunnies of the good old, pre-viewless, ditch-living days, which ended Thursday.