Too many years now for me to remember our neighbors to the North of us moved in and although I wouldn’t say we’re close, I would say we are friendly. We watch over each others homes and accept deliveries for each other when either of us are out of town. When we catch each other outside we chat about our yards, our children and in their case grandchildren. The wife, Yon, loves to garden and we live in town homes. Our front yard is a shared yard and there’s a small area to garden on either side of a wall that separates our sidewalks to the front doors of our homes.
One morning Yon was out in front digging up soil; while multiple potted plants awaited to rejoin the Earth on her side of the wall. We chatted briefly about her love of gardening and how she was adjusting to having such a small space for her “yard play”. They used to live in Colorado in a home with a much bigger yard. Keri and I weren’t doing anything with our little plot and we decided to offer it up to Yon. She was very excited; she began planning right away. She would leave us notes about what she was planning. She would apologize if unplanted pots were left for more than a couple weeks; explaining that she was at the mercy of her husbands availability to assist her with the heavy work. We didn’t care and we told her on multiple occasions not to worry about it, we knew it was a process. We reminded her that we offered our soil to her for her enjoyment, not to be worrisome over.
Yon did a beautiful job of blending our two yards. They bought pea sized gravel and laid it down for ground cover and planted a small Japanese maple, a couple varieties of hosta plants and a Vietnamese lilac and it was all so pretty. She maintains it and changes out plants when they aren’t doing well. It’s a lovely benefit to having a gardening loving neighbor.
Last October Keri and I got married, well,… had a celebration that included vows and an awesome dance party. We had pizza and beer; it was totally our vibe. On the tables for centerpieces we had a variety of succulents planted in mason jars and we extended the offer to all of our guests to please take them home. It was our gift to them. I’ve spoken to several people who took them home; they all seem to really like having this souvenir from our event and that makes me happy. We only ended up bringing 22 mason jars home. Only 22??? I know, that’s a bunch, but we started out with 45.
We didn’t really know what to do with all these plants and honestly the 22 jars lined our sidewalk for a little over 6 months. We (Keri) finally had enough and transplanted the little guys from outgrowing their intended temporary homes of mason jars to larger pots and even planted some in the ground. I wondered how Yon would feel about it. I even inquired of Keri what she thought Yon might think. She didn’t really speculate anything, she just said,”Well it is our yard,…” Which is true, but I just wondered. Well, just a couple weeks ago I stepped out for a moment in the morning sun and Yon was out front. I wished her a good morning and didn’t even mention the yard and she said to me, “I love what you girls have done with the yard. It’s so beautiful and natural.” I thanked her and laughed. I explained I had just been wondering what she thought; she reiterated how beautiful and natural it looked.