The Neighbours

Ahh, the neighbours. Good neighbours, bad neighbours. Loud neighbours, quiet neighbours. So much potential for things to go wrong, and yet, a good neighbour relationship can be a lifesaver.

One never knows with neighbours.

I'm finding myself with an interesting neighbour situation.

The weekend I moved in, I had to return to my "home city". When I got back on the Sunday, I discovered that my grass had been cut for me.

Months later, when the first heavy snow fell, my driveway was snow-blowed (is that a verb? And the proper past tense of it? :p) for me. A couple times. (Until I decided to just hire the kid since I didn't have a snowblower)

Tonight, I'm outside planting flowers and all of a sudden one of their sons (not the one who did the snowblowing - the younger one), started cutting my grass (I had cut it days ago but apparently he didn't like how high my blades were :p). The thing is, his parents didn't even know he was doing it. His father came out and was like "are you going to cut ours too?" and his mother came over to check what was going on. So there's goes the theory they told him to cut the grass for me.

I've heard of random acts of kindness but I have to admit the whole randomly cutting grass or shovelling snow - with a certain frequency - is catching me off guard. Especially when I'm young and healthy and, like, *own* a lawnmower. Perhaps I'm not neighbourly enough for this street. :p

What I could really stand is for them to spontaneously wash my windows. :p