According to our neighbor, Hell is the house on the corner.
You know the one. It has green shutters and dried ivy sneaking up the chimney.
It is a blasted wasteland of exposed dirt. A place where dandelions roam freely in the backyard and trees grow out from the middle of other trees. [GASP! Oh the horror.]
Even without the fresh fertilizer that I just spread this afternoon, our yard is a hellhole.
Or at least, that’s what I’m told.
Among my many other faults as a co-homeowner I am:
- self-absorbed … you know. Like you do when you’re a millennial who works 40 hours a week for the public school system and yet manages to volunteer with two separate organizations.
- a liar … because we are not actually putting in a rock garden which I so flippantly suggested last fall.
- and that being 7-months pregnant is just another excuse for not actually doing anything in my yard.
Today, I learned much about residing in the underworld.
Writing on the sidewalk is an attention-getting pastime.
Asking our lovely German neighbor from across the street to weigh in on the state of our yard is juvenile.
Being repeatedly told that our yard is shitty is apparently not, however, sustaining verbal abuse. Huh. Could have fooled me after a 15 minute tirade without any provocation.
Since my mister and I are living in a fantasy world, where we believe that planting things in our yard is a way to magically make things better, I’ve been trying to figure out who exactly that makes Mr. Pirate and I.
We’re not high-ranking enough, I’m sure to consider ourselves Lucifer and Lilith. Probably not Hades and Persephone for that matter. Ellie is clearly our Hell-spawn and her play structure in the backyard is evidently the Devil’s playground.
I wonder if this means that we should get a dog and name it Cerberus?
Tomorrow, I might process the truly eerie photos that I took of our yard, the portal to the underworld, and our adorable little spawn.
For now though, I will contemplate cross stitch — one hobby I have not yet managed to undertake — and leave you with this delightful homage to the Bayeux tapestry.