I have certainly done my share of lamenting certain indignities of neighborhood living. The past three years have been a whirlwind as we’ve had babies, started a business and worked seemingly without rest on our lovely old house. There are moments though, when it seems as if it is the neighborhood itself that is flavoring our lives, enlivening with sweetness and muting any bitterness. The other day, amid a flurry of productivity, laying stone and building planters, feeding kids and corralling animals, I went to fetch the hose. I took to the the task much like a child would a chore, shuffling my feet obstinately and following a meandering path in every direction but where I was supposed to go. Three bliss filled minutes…