My neighbors and I have a bumpy relationship filled with hills and holes, literally.
Years ago, my neighbors decided that it would be in their best interests to dig up their front yard, so they piled up a mountain of dirt and left behind an empty hole in the ground.
I didn’t know “Holes” by Louis Sachar was such a popular book until I witnessed its effects first hand. Needless to say, my other neighbors and I were furious with the development. Of course, as “proper, polite neighbors,” we have not yet confronted our neighbors for their newfound hobby. The hole is still there, as is the mountain of dirt now covered in wildflowers. It seems that dirt-stacking is the new trend; my other neighbor decided that it was high time to dig up his entire front yard too. I now have the blessing of being flanked by rolling hills of dirt and dust. Yipee.
