We have pretty much won the lottery when it comes to neighbors.
To our east is open land, about 15 acres. We have first dibs on the lot adjacent to us if/when it's ever available. To the west are great people; they used to breed and race sled dogs, now focused on rescue of purebreds and wolf/coyote hybrids. We see each other about once a month, but the twice-daily howl-fest from their kennels is a joy; the local coyotes often join in. To the south, well, let's just say the developer's abundance of money is balanced out by his absence of taste. Grack. Thank doG for the hundred trees between our house and his. And to our north, visible beyond our barn, are The Greatest Neighbors Ever.
Smart, funny, sensible, and highly compatible. They phone before going to the feed store, are happy to trade horse chores for tractor work, and share their basil and tomatoes for our chile and chicken necks. Their dogs and ours try to wear each other out running the width of our pasture - not fence fighting, but a thrilling game of "you can't catch me" and "watch how deep into the corner I can go before turning." A common appreciation of wide-open spaces, privacy, and political jokes makes morning coffee at the fence-line something I look forward to in spring and summer.
They say you can't pick your nose or your relatives; I'd add neighbors to that list.
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