Yesterday, my next door neighbor materialized at the back door & asked (asked!) if I would mind (mind!) if she mowed our back pasture.  The reason: last year when she did it at the end of summer, parts were hard going & she thinks if she "gets started early" it won't be so bad this year.
I don't pay her to do this.  I never have.  I would never ask her to do it.  I know that it helps her keep her weeds down if our common border is mowed but that is all that is in it for her.  I would take back what I said earlier about southern hospitality being a myth except she is  transplant, like us. Her husband is southern.  Floridian, even.  & he has been away for most of the past two years building a house in the Smokey Mountains.  Or running guns.  Or whatever. When she says he is expected back on such&such a date, I make clear to her that we know she killed him ages ago & is just waiting to have him declared dead.  Again to her credit, she thinks this is funny. When he  is around, he is so reclusive he could pass for a person from Connecticut.
As a thank you, I dug up all the mature gladiolas (I like them, right up until they need to be staked.  Then I cannot be bothered), some coral vine & the remaining oxalis (the chickens are quite fond of oxalis & by this time of year between the heat & the pecking, it gets thin, but it will rebound in October).
When I walked them over, I saw the hedge of what had been my amaryllis (again, I like it until it gets just too big) had grown nice & tall against her old tobacco barn, now used  to store equipment in the loft &  shade a water trough below.  Last year's soap aloe lines her long driveway (they get so abundant, they creep across our walkway & A likes clean edges, I don't know why).
In short my former plants look like show-pieces at her house.  She takes better care of my things than I do!
The only good thing I can say about my garden (& it isn't a small good thing), is that it is thriving.  Despite the overflow I forget I hand around every year, there are no blank spots.  If anything it is too dense.  I think this is what comes of not caring too much what it looks like, just about whether or not it is healthy.
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