The municipality showed up in our backyard this morning.
In their uniforms and with their bright blue trimmers, they went to work on the fresh, though already overgrown, grasses.
She showed up at her balcony with the daily leftovers to throw to the resident cats, still in her floral pajamas, her hair up but falling over to the side, her glasses crooked due to the missing right arm.
Her eyes widened and she stopped mid leftover toss when she saw the uniform and the trimmer..
“HEY! HEY! VNIMAIVAI MOYATA MUMCHE!” Be careful my boy!
“I just planted roses there!!”
The man stopped, left his position behind the trimmer, and looked up, awaiting instructions from the 4th floor balcony.