I'm lucky. I have the world's nicest neighbors. A small slice of Americana exists on Columbine and Lupine streets in Soldotna.
My husband, Mike, has lived in our home for nearly 25 years. At our end of the street, most of our neighbors have been here nearly as long. While three of our closest neighbors compete for the plushest, thickest, greenest lawn; they remain silently patient of the summer-long war we wage against the dandelions that seem intent on taking over our grass.
Ours is a neighborhood where folks mow each other's lawns and plow each other's driveways. Where cookies and amusing stories are swapped with regularity. A pleasant place where flags are flown and people relax on their front porch.
We've watched the children on our street grow from little ones to adults, only to return home to visit with grandchildren in tow. My yard is replete with flowers and shrubs that my neighbors have shared with me.
Sure, there are a few homes (ours included) that could use a fresh coat of paint. A yard that is a little over-run with Fisher-Price toys, trikes and bikes, and a yard that sports a swing set that has seen better days. Across the street is a tidy little yellow house with a gorgeous large yard (that has been on the market for far too long) which seems to be begging for the perfect owner.
A few times over the years we've thought about moving.
But you know what? We'll stay right here on the corner of Columbine and Lupine and continue our war against the stubborn yellow flowers that ignore our valiant efforts. Because I know they, like my wonderful friends that are also my neighbors, aren't going anywhere anytime soon!
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