At the end of my last post, I promised you all more delightful pictures of area yard decor - and these choices will not disappoint!
First up, is an offering from right next door . For two years, I have had the pleasure of looking at this plastic robotic frog - sitting on a stump. He apparently toppled the previously perched pottery frog that you see turned over next to him. Through rain and snow, I am sure his batteries are corroded, but his silvery shell still caught my unsuspecting eye - hence, the fence.
Oh yes, The Fence. I kid you not, one day last week, the neighbors on each side of us, and the new folks across the street (home of the Turtle Parade), formed a posse! Unbeknownst to them, we saw their group form across the street, and the old lady actually curved her hands around her mouth and appeared to be shouting something towards our house. The preacherman rang our doorbell, carrying his large metal ruler, and began questioning property lines, permits, etc. Later the same day, the old lady was screaming at Steve, from her back yard that she was "calling the police the next time Steve attacked her". Ignoring that statement apparently enraged her further, causing her to charge over to our yard, brandishing her shovel, and screaming at us "thanks for putting up a junky fence & being bad neighbors".
First up, is an offering from right next door . For two years, I have had the pleasure of looking at this plastic robotic frog - sitting on a stump. He apparently toppled the previously perched pottery frog that you see turned over next to him. Through rain and snow, I am sure his batteries are corroded, but his silvery shell still caught my unsuspecting eye - hence, the fence.
Oh yes, The Fence. I kid you not, one day last week, the neighbors on each side of us, and the new folks across the street (home of the Turtle Parade), formed a posse! Unbeknownst to them, we saw their group form across the street, and the old lady actually curved her hands around her mouth and appeared to be shouting something towards our house. The preacherman rang our doorbell, carrying his large metal ruler, and began questioning property lines, permits, etc. Later the same day, the old lady was screaming at Steve, from her back yard that she was "calling the police the next time Steve attacked her". Ignoring that statement apparently enraged her further, causing her to charge over to our yard, brandishing her shovel, and screaming at us "thanks for putting up a junky fence & being bad neighbors".
I continue...how bad is it that I now get phone calls about yard decor, suggesting that I "might want to blog it"? I'm not sure what the flamingos are really all about, but I think if you have 36 of them in your front yard, you can safely assume I will be getting a picture of it. This was in a pretty nice neighborhood, too.
I cant wait until the next time I head towards Columbus. There is a "piece de resistance" lawn object that I cant wait to get a picture of.
On an unrelated note, I want to share the link for the neatest short story I found. It is the the most wonderful little story with great illustrations. I have a link at my sidebar for future reference, but this will get you there now: Life is Life , by Stephanie Watson.
On an unrelated note, I want to share the link for the neatest short story I found. It is the the most wonderful little story with great illustrations. I have a link at my sidebar for future reference, but this will get you there now: Life is Life , by Stephanie Watson.
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