There’s not a better cover in the world for being aggressively nosey than walking your dog. You can gaze, stare and survey a house with wild abandon. After all you’re just a person ambling through […]
Category: yards in the suburbs
Death Bed Confession
I’ve got a death bed. Note I’m not saying I’m on my deathbed. But I legit have a death bed and it’s a piece of dirt in front of my house that refuses to nurture […]
Fenced In by Cleaning
I’ve met my white whale. I realize over the many years of writing this blog I’ve said that at least five times. In fact, I went deep into the archives and my last white whale […]
You Know You Live In Deep Suburbia . . .
You know you live in deep suburbia when your lawn gets a report card more in-depth and extensive than your children have ever received from any of their schools. My yard apparently is a C […]
Snarky in the Suburbs 