The little house next door was recently sold. I would like to be neighborly and introduce myself, but I have yet to see the occupant. Neighborhood chat, a few hands along, but seems to have started with the last owner, says an older woman whose son bought this for her "instead of an old-age home". It appears she drives. At least, a nice car is over there at night. Car gone all day every day, lights on for a few minutes in the evening. I'm starting to obsess on the LEAVES. The village picks up if you rake to the curb. No raking over there. It's knee-high. Luckily there's a chunk of fence across the back, or all the leaves would be in my yard. We won't talk about the front. :grumble: