Neighbour vs. Nature
Neighbour is a strange breed. I am living the life of a single homeowner with a yard of green grass up front and a small vegetable patch out back. I have neighbours who are retired who spend their time watching their neighbours and the neighbourhood. There is something nice and reassuring in that. One of them even scared off a possible burglar when I was out of town, I was told. The problem is that I can only do the yard works when I have the time. My yard is therefore less manicured than theirs and my ‘farming’ schedule is not always on time. They all kindly remind me of my duties and inform me of better ways of doing things. I thank them for it sincerely. And then they continue on, talking about this and that. And soon we are experiencing the most unpleasant way that man gossip. I am not above gossip, but men in general are not good at it. Gossip is storytelling. No matter how good a storyteller you are, you cannot tell a story when pretending not to be telling a story. It is mixed with, inexpressive eagerness, shame, embarrassment and confused excitement. A good study case for psychology, for sure, but it is not very interesting. What is worst is that it goes on and on. Since they think I should spend more time on my yard, why can they not just say hello, exchange some pleasantries and then leave me alone? Now it is getting dark when they bid me farewell and I have hardly started. The dandelions are smiling evilly at me, no doubt calculating how far their offsprings will have to travel to get to those pristine uncolonized pastures down the road. Meanwhile I give them my blessing (what else can I do?) and go back inside. Spring is the time for things to grow and multiply, who am I to fight nature.