Good Fences Make Good Neighbors

Hello, it's Henry. I don't agree with that aphorism when it comes to Sue and Jim. The only good thing about their fence is that it keeps my tennis balls from rolling into their yard. And I guess it keeps Cody safe. It's also good because it is a chain link fence and I can smell Jim's barbecue through it. Dad says Jim knows a lot about cooking barbecue because it is "in his DNA." I don't know what DNA is, but if it tastes as good as his barbecue smells, I would love to try it.

This is Sue and Jim's Redbud tree next door. It just started to bloom. It's very pretty this time of the year. So pretty that we planted one in our backyard last year. Oh, and look at that amazing paint job that Dad did on our garage.

I am getting very good at climbing trees. Don't worry Sue and Jim, only when my Dad is around.

Sue and Jim spend part of their time in Florida. Dad says "that's where the beautiful people live." But while they are there in the spring they miss their blooming Redbud tree and these pretty tulips.

This is roof debris from a neighboring house. Sue and Jim are always picking this up off their driveway, they must have sore backs.

This is their front yard. Dad is taking care of it while they live with the beautiful people. He has an electric mower that he is already complaining about because he says "it weighs, like 500 pounds."

I am excited to see Sue and Jim when they return from visiting the beautiful people.