Bzzz. What the heck? Bzzzzzz. Louder. Bzzzzzzzzzzzz. And louder. BzzzZZZZZZZZZ. Over my head and around to my back. BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ. I turned and stepped to the window.
Striding around the corner of the house and towards the window was our neighbor to the north, his leafblower strapped to his belly like a weapon. I recognized him instantly. What was he doing here? How did he get in the backyard? Our neighbor is a law enforcement officer. Was something wrong? We locked eyes immediately. Neither of us seemed that much surprised to see each other.
"Your husband said a lot of dust blew over to your side when we washed the roof yesterday. I'm sorry."
I noticed gravel this morning and wondered what weeds the Husband pulled out, being that there were none.
"I'm going to blow the dust away," said our neighbor, getting his leafblower in ready position.
"You don't have to do that," I said. "Look around you."
His resolve flickered just a nanosecond as he glanced at my work table holding a chaos of plants and painted pots and dried leaves and dirt and whatnot surrounded by even more chaos. "That's okay," said our neighbor, "I'm going to do it."
At that moment the Husband walked into the backyard. He had the matter at hand. "Thank you," I shouted over the leafblower to the neighbor and turned back to my project.
Later, the Husband told me he was talking with our neighbor and before he knew it, he blurted out about the dust and grit. The Husband said he didn't intend for the neighbor to clean it, but the neighbor insisted. He even offered to wash our garbage cans, which the Husband declined.
I am sure Mama's Spirit is smiling and feeling quite proud of the Husband. She was known for telling neighbors to clean up the mess they unintentionally made on her property. I suppose when you're old and fragile looking, you can get away with that. Is that how younger people see the Husband and me now?