Remember the big blowup bunny? Between that and the chain link fence, you might think this yard was a lost cause, but you would be wrong. I aimed my camera over the fence to capture only a small section of this large drift of daffodils.

Talk about lucky grandkids! Right in front of the daffodil border sits this playhouse.

Hanging on the gate, nearly enough to make one forget the chain-linkiness of it, is a charming welcome sign cut from metal and allowed to accumulate a lovely patina of rust.

Peeking through the fence up the road, you can see a plowed garden plot big enough to feed the entire neighborhood. They don’t, but they do leave a hedge of blackberries along the fence line for the express purpose of letting neighbors pick them.

The folks with the Seussian arborvitae suffered a setback when the winter wiped out new landscaping heavily dependent upon flax, but some of the older, heartier shrubs survived.

Meanwhile, in the land of the lollipop shrubs, this line of weeping cherries more than makes up for any surrounding silliness, as I hope this tour kind of makes up for earlier snarkiness (not that I pledge to give up snarkiness on anything like a permanent basis).