***As told by Eddie***
Yawn...
At the crack of dawn, I dig my garden hoe into the soil to make space for the new orchids and pansies.
It's damn early right now, but I usually get up even earlier. I practically flew out of my bed this morning, skipping breakfast altogether. I didn't sleep well at all last night.
I had the weirdest, third-person dream that Perrie the human broke into my house and watched me in my sleep.
Anyway...
I resolve in my mind that this continuous nervousness over when the Little Lady coming back, isn't going to help me get anything done. Needing to catch up on my work, I heave three very heavy pots of azaleas to load into my delivery truck.
Eeeep!
One minute, I'm loading some flowers into my truck, and the next, I'm dodging a baseball flying at me at, what, 100 miles per hour?!
Old Man Barnaby... I squint.
Things like this happen every day. The old crabapple gets joy out of terrorizing me and, not the least, my front yard. He's got easy-access from across the street.
As I hear from Mrs. Faye, who, despite living seven minutes away, is my second-closest neighbor, Barnaby was the only person living out here for thirty years. Besides our houses, it's all country—thick fields and foliage. So, naturally, he's not been thrilled about my company. Excited to have my own space to start my flower delivery business, I thought I was getting a good deal on this house, presumably left behind by Bels who were unimpressed with the location...
Oh, how wrong I was...
If I you didn't know any better, you'd look at Barnaby's house and think he's still asleep. No one's in the front yard. No one's peeking out the window. A ghost might as well have thrown the baseball. But the same formula happens every time: Barnaby does something nefarious, he hopes he gets a reaction, then he hides so he doesn't get caught. It's—at the very least—annoying.
Whatever; I hope he got the reaction he wanted today. I have work to do. The azaleas finally secured in the truck, and a nice new dent in my garage door, I head back to go pick up some more flower pots. But as the sun is beating down on me, I realize that I forgot to apply sunscreen this morning. I'm a pale redhead—you don't want to see my skin when it's burnt! I decide to accommodate my sunscreen needs, albeit interrupting my work.
Okaaay, right here, aaand...
What's this?
A note?
YOU ARE READING
Almost a Garden Gnome
RomanceNeighbors--you love 'em or you hate 'em, but either way, you're stuck with 'em! Eddie's little human neighbor would do anything for him, but he's sure going to have his hands full!
