Talking with the neighbor, I said, "This is going to sound nuts, but I'm not entirely sure where my property lines are. I don't know what's mine and what isn't."
She laughed. She could have told me anything. She could have annexed yards and yards of ground and I'd have never been the wiser --not until she passed away or sold her property.
"My yard ends at that tree and goes over," she said. "All that behind it: that's yours. The couple who lived in your place before, they had an amazing garden. There are some berry bushes up there, I think."
I'd only been mowing about half of my backyard. The horror of it dawned on me: all that space.
"I think I'm going to have a pretty good sized garden, too," I said quickly.
She nodded, smiling, knowing full well I had no idea at all what I'm doing or what I'll be getting into.
It's going to be a brave new world. Starting October 1.