Things neighbours do.

I have neighbours who are retired and spend quite a bit of time on their yard. Yes, its beautiful. The grass is meticulously cut exactly every three days. I'm sure I've seen Mr. G out there with a pair of nail clippers and a ruler. Thea's flower boxes on her deck are filled with huge flowers, I've asked her if she spikes her water with Miracle Gro, but she insists that its just water. Right. Part way through the summer she hands over cukes and other veggies that they don't want anymore. It sometimes makes me wonder why I should plant a a garden of my own. The years I did have one , Thea would look out from her balcony and remark on how something was growing particularly well almost everyday. Most recently, she has been remarking on how beautiful my petunias are looking.
My petunia bed borders the lane that separates Thea's house from ours. When we first moved to the house , it was just a strip of lawn with enough of a mound, that teenage boys could perfectly catapult their bikes through our carport and down the driveway and back down the lane. After catching them, Carpenter and I decided it was high time we re-landscaped that part of our yard. It was a slow process, and everyday or so Thea would remark on how it was coming , or asked when would it be finished. I had decided to plant tulips in it for the spring, acquired 140 bulbs and planted them. That was an excruciating job, after I was done, Thea said,"Did, you remember to plant them all tips up? Because they won't come up otherwise."
Thea spent the spring watching for the tulips to come up and every few days counted them. One day, as I came home from walking Gem school she said, "I stopped counting at 79."
Thea and Mr. G. are pretty good neighbours for the most part,they are friendly, and watch over our place when we leave on holidays. In fact they will give us the make and model of every car that comes to my driveway, if they think its necessary. Once a couple of summers ago, we had the blinds up and windows open because it was hot. The next day Thea comes up to me and says," I see you had your sewing machine out last night, what were you sewing?" Carpenter and I decided we would one night leave all the blinds up, windows open, and have an orgie on the dining room table, to really give them something to talk about.
Most recently however, they have pushed the boundary of "friendly neighbour". My petunia bed was filling with weeds and I really didn't have the time to weed it. Let's face it, who really likes to weed anything? I am not a Green Thumb by any means, in fact, my entire philosophy on gardening is "If I happen to forget to water or fertilize a plant, it just shrivels and dies quietly." Ironically, most of my flowers do quite well, and so do the weeds. While I was away, last weekend, Thea and Mr. G. took it upon themselves to be my "weed fairy" and weeded my entire petunia bed. When I returned home, Thea was standing on her balcony, and said, "I see you had a visit from the weed fairy."
I thanked her for doing the job, but, I became irked by the whole thing when I saw weeds dying in the grass I had planted next to the petunia beds. The evidence was clear that they had not only weeded the petunias, but had sprayed the lawn with "killex ".