Surprisingly, when I went out to the porch, my much detested upstairs neighbors were also out trying to locate the peep (though not by actually coming downstairs or anything like that!) So maybe they are only horrible to me.
Sometime while I was asleep, the gardening fairies mulched my little strip of ground. It looks quite nice, though fixing the leaky faucet under my bedroom window might also be a good idea. Currently I have violets poking up everywhere, and some ground cover (myrtle, possibly) that Robin Wood planted long ago when she was staying with us. It's only a matter of time before the dreaded lime balm stages its yearly attempt to take over the world. (Whatever possessed me to put that in the ground? How did I forget it was a mint, it even has the classic square stem?) Something green is pushing up where they razed my lilac, but I can't tell yet if it is lilac or rose. No sign on life where they flattened my lavender while working on the roof.
While it's cool and damp like this, I have the urge to clean out the tiny bed I made years back on the kitchen side of the porch and plant various thymes. But the last few years have been scorching and dry and I haven't wanted to do anything but estivate. My original idea of standing herbs in pots in my windowboxes may yet win out.