My Neighbor Called the City Over My Fence, but the Inspection Ended With Her in Tears

side of the fence.

“Good morning,” I said.

Another silence.

“The clematis is coming back,” she said. “I wasn’t sure it would.”

“It will,” I said. “Clematis is tough. Cut it back and it returns. Usually fuller than before.”

“That’s what Steve said.”

“He was right.”

The wind moved through the yard. The bamboo wind chimes on my front porch made their soft, irregular continue reading …