<a href="https://mybloggers.com/cgi-bin/blogapp/img.cgi?image=07820024.jpg" title="Share this image!"><img src="https://mybloggers.com/host/images/07820024.jpg" border="0" width="375" height="500"></a><a href="https://mybloggers.com/cgi-bin/blogapp/img.cgi?image=44152644.jpg" title="Share this image!"><img src="https://mybloggers.com/host/images/44152644.jpg" border="0" width="375" height="500"></a>When we bought this place there was no boundary – grass had overgrown it and the neighbour’s cows wandered everywhere. To his chagrin I resurrected it and calmed his ire by promising to keep it clear. Over the last twelve years I've removed four large trees that have fallen onto it into our place, mowed, cut, repaired, replaced posts and been a good neighbour.

Last month I went down and he’d sprayed with herbicide. Around every tree and heap of branches, around his pond, around his drive, house, pool......... the whole place was a network of dead grass, including our boundary. I hate poisons. I love frogs and lizards and insects etc... and they hate herbicides, so I went over and sweetly asked if he’d mind not spraying the boundary.

He spat venom. How dare I tell him what to do. I mentioned that I'd kept the boundary clear for 12 years. He sneered that he hadn’t noticed; stomped off and slammed his door. He’s a school teacher of about 50. Poor kids!

I guess I'll have to hone my people skills; I seem to be getting up people’s noses. Had a right telling off after I posted a serious comment on someone’s blog the other day. These two photos show his side and mine.