QOTD: Something there is that doesn't love a wall--Frost

To my left are the best neighbors a girl could ask for.  They are outnumbered by their cars two to one.  They live in one of the oldest homes on our street (1903). The original owners sold the land for my house and the she devil's next door.  She's a librarian also and he is a rural route carrier.  Their son lives with them and has his own library on the third floor. It sits on a double lot with one of those lovely hedges that has an arched opening. There is a rock wall with ivy cascading over the front. We share a driveway and a backyard. He is always outside working on the house or the yard or a car.  There is a Porsche 944 in their garage bocked in by a yellow Mongoose bicycle. He's a vegetarian and prefers to carry spiders outside rather than to stomp them.The neighbor on the right, drives a Caddy with a customized plate.  She rarely comes outside, preferring to have workmen accomplish her tasks for her.  Like the day I found my shrubs all slaughtered on their backsides.  She also complained to us on the weekend after closing on the house that "my niece and nephew looked at it but it needed way too much work for that price" along with "I don't know why the previous owners didn't take care of it" "Look, that window needs to be scraped, the paint is peeling, and here is a wire."  Never mind that I had just signed a bank note two days prior on the place. I just dropped my little weeding project right then and there and returned to the other side of my house.  Away from her.  The forty-something retiree who has more plumbers, gardeners, HVAC, and Merry Maids than one can shake a stick at. Forked out $150 for a survey just to remind her that she didn't own 1/4th of my yard like she thought and that her garage and driveway are also on my land. Needless to say, we don't talk and the windows have yet to be scraped.  A wall is definitely in order.