I really don't want to sound unappreciative, but....
There is a man who lives down the street from us who goes to church with the neighbors who live to the right of us. Last mowing season, he would come along and edge our yard, along with our neighbors. He never asked, and never wanted anything in return. Of course I thought it was a very nice thing to do and always intended to bake him brownies.
He's back. Today. The day after no naps. During naptime.
Avery was in the dozing stage of almost asleep, but not quite yet. Not anymore!
Why do these people feel the need to get their (and our!) yards into ship shape the second a blade of grass rears its head? Why?!