Across the Street

My poor neighbors. They have to endure my weedy yard, my marauding cats, and the slowly decaying car in my driveway. Now, I’ve put the house across the street on my blog without permission. But it’s only visible because I cut down the two Norway spruce that were threatening to fall on someone's home. See? I’m a good neighbor after all.Blazer, from New Gate Celtic Theater. Scarf, thrifted. Tee and skirt, Mossimo. Tights, Hue. Boots, Vince Camuto. Earrings, gift.I'm also very quiet. Except when I practice my singing with the windows open. But that only happens in mild weather. And, hey, maybe they enjoy my songs.