We also have a regular troop of dumpster divers, who range from enterprising to visibly mentally ill. And then there are the graffiti artists. We learned that the city has a crew of "Graffiti Blasters" when some graffiti showed up on the garage door one morning and by afternoon it had been covered up by some hastily swiped, mismatched paint.
Apparently the city won't take care of privately owned dumpsters, though. This one has been around for a few weeks at least:
And I don't know how to explain this fist-sized ball of crud on the garage door:
We also bought a pot of pansies and planted them in this green pot that had been sitting with some dead weeds in front of the porch for at least a year.
Our neighbors all expressed overwhelming gratitude that someone finally planted something, especially since 3 (half!!) of them are trying to sell their condos.
Then, when the weather got warmer, I went out and bought some lantanas:
While I was repotting them, one of my neighbors from the front building approached me. She said, "Did you know that this pot [pointing to the pansies] is actually ours? It's part of our patio set." All the evidence had been that it was no-man's-pot so I just apologized and said, "These pansies'll die by June anyway." She smiled but said nothing.
A few days later the pansies moved 5 feet away, to rejoin the patio set (as pictured). The next morning they were back to our porch. Then back to the neighbor's and back to our place. Finally they settled into a pattern: On weekends they stay with the neighbors and during the week they come back.
Last Monday they came back and I started bitching, "Look at this, all these dead blossoms and I don't even think they've been watered." That was when I realized I was the divorced mother of pansies.
I think a second neighbor might have been involved in the initial tussle. He and Patio Set argue about everything at our association meetings and I don't think he was pleased about the move.
