"We" are the weird neighbors on our street.
My parents bought a tear down condition house in the 60's and then plans changed and it never got torn down, no money. My dad liked interesting colors for the trim on the house that he could make out of free used paint mixed together. Often the house matched parts of his car (VW Bus) Dad was kind of a garden hoarder. He would find "useful" things and bring them home and leave them in the upper yard-front yard-or driveway for decades.
One neighbor hated the view so much they helped and built a fence across the front of the driveway so they did not have to see the few feet of junk, some times it is good to live on a private road.
The rest of the garden was either a jungle or garden of Eden depending on your background.
It has been years and years of me cleaning it up and hauling it off. And mostly making the property look good from the street, we are starting on the inside of the house and the old old garages.
But the outside house is looking good, the yard is looking good-and suddenly the neighbors are looking at themselves and wondering if maybe now they are the weird neighbors.
It seems the more "we" fix the place up, the more the neighbors start cleaning up too. (they can't own that weird neighbor on the street label....lol)