My Neighbors Treated My Fence Like It Was Theirs Until I Finally Put a Stop to It

The first thing I noticed was the clothespins. Bright blue. Not draped loosely over the fence. Clipped. Clipped firmly onto the top edge of the fence rail on my side. The outside of my fence.

I set my coffee down on the porch railing and walked over and crouched slightly to look at them. They were good quality clothespins, the kind with a strong spring.continue reading …