(Dis)respecting the Neighbor's Plot

Yesterday, I took the girls to the community garden for the first time. Since it was right after school, I didn't think it would be too busy, but I was mistaken -- the place was humming with activity! Much to the dismay of my aching shoulder, I dragged a bag of mulch to our plot to finish filling out our walkway. Emma, finding renewed interest in the heirloom tomato plant, was in charge selecting a good spot for it within our plot. While Emma and I tended to the tomato, Bree proceeded to check out the raised beds in the plot across the way. With the memory of gymnastics clearly present in her little head, Bree must of have mistook the black tarps covering the beds for trampolines. As my head instictually turned the way a mother's usually does when they sense something gone amiss, I caught sight of Bree jumping up and down on top of the neighbor's garden beds. Meanwhile, garden chairman Paul was just two plots down intently chopping up grass clogs with a giant machete. Trying not to call to much attention to Bree's offending act, I quietly pleaded with her to "GET OFF NOW". Amazingly, she listened, hopping off the beds, channelling her energy into stomping down the mulch in our walkway. Moments later drops of rain began falling, and with great relief, we took leave of the garden and headed out for ice cream.