Return of the neighbor

I was in the driveway this morning, trimming mulberry branches that were hanging low and might scrape someone's car roof, when the sweet little old lady from this article waved at me from what used to be across the fence. We talked about trees, the previous residents, Decoration Day — those "younger folk" don't seem to understand what it all means, we agreed — and the inconveniences of the ongoing sewer-line work.

Fortunately, we didn't discuss wardrobe issues.