Ah Sylvan Summer, Thou Dost Cover Junk Heaps So Verdantly

I love looking out from my back deck right now, primarily for what I don't see rather than what I do...

I see:

• potted plants
• leaves of sweetgum, ash, and oak
• neighboring tree tops
• chunks of blue sky between tree tops

I don't see:

• neighbor's Sanford & Son junk heap
• other neighbor's Sanford & Son junk heap (this heap vanishes seasonally under a mass of honeysuckle and Virginia creeper)
• neighbor's peeling, rusted van - aka storage unit - stuffed full of old pillows and Hefty sacks
• neighbor's "work area" behind dilapidated shed
• neighbor's collection of concrete yard art toadstools and bunnies

I see some of, but delightfully not all of:

• Neighbor In Swim Trunks From Two Sizes Ago floating like big white water bug in above-ground pool
• NISTFTSA bending over to futz with equipment of above-ground pool
• NISTFTSA's teenage son and friends peeing off the deck
• NISTFTSA's missus on pool float scratching recurring personal itch
• Neighbor's tattered POW MIA and Don't Tread On Me flags