I have lived in my home for 25 years. That is a LONG time and I have seen my neighbors come and go and I am now probably thought of as the old lady down at the end of the street. When we first purchased our home we bought it for its seclusion and privacy. It is at the end of a dead-end street and it sits sideways on the lot because when it was built in the 1950s, it was the first house on our street and the road was supposed to go in front of it but for whatever reason, that never happened. The house is surrounded by woods making it really quiet and isolated. After living here for about 2 years, the person who owned the property in front of us sold their house and a developer built 5 huge McMansions in my front yard. After all of these years I still reminisce about the days when it was all woods and I still HATE seeing those houses.
In order to build on the lot, they had to excavate the area extensively and so from my house, the McMansions all sit in a hole. In addition, there was only a 10′ setback required from our lot line so they literally constructed a house that is so close to the front of my lot line that I could easily hop onto its roof. In order to preserve privacy (and my sanity) we constructed a fence to screen out the offending houses.
Originally there was a thick buffer of scruffy trees that was left between our houses that added a small layer of privacy. All was going okay until 2 years ago when we got new neighbors who quickly decided to landscape their yard to accommodate his love of gardening. That means they cut down all the scruffy trees along the fence line, they also excavated down about 14″ from the front property line meaning our fence now seems to float in the air as you can clearly see underneath it AND we can clearly see their roof above the fence. In addition, they decided to build a huge waterfall with ponds and bridges, etc. The project took over 10 months to complete and this was my view:
There are several tiers and pools and ponds and I’m sure from inside his house it is great. It’s a bit involved for a small backyard in suburbia but to each their own. I’m just glad they are done with the construction and all of the cranes and crews are gone. The cranes were stored in their backyard all winter so that was fun to look at everyday. I also discovered that when it comes to landscaping, there are literally no regulations from the city. None. You want to put up some monstrosity in your yard, go ahead. It is totally up to you. Here is the view today.
I was dreading the noise that the waterfalls would make but it isn’t bad. What is bad is the fact that he is constantly spending time on our fence line planting and decorating his 4′ strip of land that isn’t consumed by the waterpark. I had thought he would decorate his front yard or his backyard but no. He prefers to spend his time cultivating the little bit of land separating our two houses and let me just say his choice of lawn decor is “unique.” Apparently he hasn’t met a lawn sculpture he doesn’t like to which I say, thank God for my fence. Even though the fence is getting a bit old and ratty and we should probably replace it this summer, at least it is provides some privacy. I know I may sound like a beeatch but in order to provide you with full an idea of what he has on display, I offer you these snapshots:
First up, I give you the skeleton driving a buggy being pulled by a skeleton horse. Huh? What? How in the world could anyone think that it is attractive? Next up, the howling wolf/coyote sculpture and the gong:
Of course one wolf/coyote isn’t enough. We need 2 of these snarling hounds from hell. This one is positioned so that it appears to be lapping from the upper pond. If you look close enough you will see that there is a squirrel drinking from the pond right next to it.
Lately he is working on what I thought was a pile of dirt that he was planning on using for his landscaping but no, it is now some sort of shade mound that he has festooned with a rusty wagon wheel, plants and a rock path. Huh??? As if people are going to climb up onto the edge by our fence and stroll along the precipitous edge that is 4′ wide and overlooks his roof. I just don’t get it but he seems to be happy as a clam constructing his little strip of land. I am hoping he moves onto other areas of his yard as I can’t quite get used to seeing him squatting on his bucket on my fence line.
I suppose it could be worse, right? I could be looking at some of these fabulous lawn adornments: