I think that's safe to say here, right, since my neighbors will never read this?
I worked on my garden for years(!) and it was finally starting to come together.
Then in 2011 we found out that our square backyard wasn't really all ours - that our yard was more like a weird slope-y staircase. The rest was someone else's property and he proceeded to develop it and build houses on it. There went half of my garden.
(Note to the pioneers in the 1880s who set the property lines up this way - FU!)
We put up a nice fence, since our new neighbors are lovely but part of their property is literally 8 feet from my back door, and their kids could see me scratch my butt as I cooked dinner.
I moved all of my plants and bushes to my new, smaller yard.
I didn't realize the fence would cast so much shadow in the spring, and whether because they were moved or there wasn't enough sun, my peonies didn't bloom this year. What if they don't come up again next year? I won't know until it's too late that it was the sun issue and not the transplanting issue.
I mean, can you imagine? People are homeless, foodless, shoeless, and I'm complaining about my peonies not blooming.
And yet I can't help worrying that things will look like crap again next year.
Someone should put my picture on a #firstworldproblems meme.