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    Every morning at eight o’clock the alarm at Mark Hart’s house would ring; he would get up; get shower, shave if he needed it. He would get dress; eat his breakfast of a bowl of cereal with a banana cutup on top, sometimes blueberries or strawberries.

    As he was leaving for work he would look in the mirror and if he thought his hair looked messed up he would take his hand and try to smooth it out. That was as close as he ever got to comb his hair and walk to work.

    Every morning at eight o’clock the alarm at Mary Stone’s house would ring; she would get up, shower, wash her long black hair, run a comb through it and let it dry. She would dress; eat her breakfast of an English Muffin with strawberry cream cheese on top, sometimes she would have blueberry creamed cheese.

    As she was leaving she would look in the mirror; run her comb through her hair if it needed it and walk to work.

    Mark would walk in one direction and Mary would be walking towards Mark from the other direction. Both of them were looking from side to side, and singing to themselves.

    Mark was singing; “Oh what a beautiful morning, oh what a beautiful day.”

    Mary was singing; “Oh what a beautiful morning, Oh what a beautiful day.”

    At the time the both got to; “day,” they were passing each other. Mark would look at Mary out of the corner of his eye and she would do the same.

    As they walked along Mark passed Mary’s house; the yard was mowed, there wasn’t even one weed in the flower beds. Her tulips were in neat straight rows along the edge of the sidewalk and the flower bed. There were red ones; yellow ones just all kinds of different color ones. She had a glide swing under the Maple tree. The house was nicely painted; there were flower boxes under the window in the front of the house; with beautiful flower flowing over the side. Mark would just glance at the house as he walks by.

    About the same time Mary was going around the fence in front of Mark’s house that was hanging over the side walk. Mary shook her head as she walked by and she says, “I wish who ever lived in that house would fix that fence, just look at that yard. The lawn needs mowed, weed need pulled.”

    Mark’s house was the worse looking house on the whole block. The shutters on the house were falling off. They were being held on by one nail, the screen door it was ripped and falling off besides. There was a branch the fell off the elm tree in the front yard five months ago. Mark had a swing too, a broken one.

    Mark and Mary passed each other on their way to work everyday; not saying each other. One day Mark noticed Mary as she was walking towards. Most likely; the only reason he noticed her was because she was wearing a red dress and she had a red ribbon in her hair. He said to himself; “Wow! Is she ever pretty; that sure is a pretty red dress and I love that long black hair and red ribbon.”

    As they passed each other; Mark smiled, (something he hadn’t done in a long time) and said, “Good Morning”.

    She said; “Good Morning” and smiled a little at Mark and they walk past each other.

    As Mark passed Mary’s house he stopped and looked at how nice she had her yard; with the grass mowed, not one weed in sight, and all the beautiful flowers. Mark looked at the house around Mary’s they were all like Mary’s. The lawns were all mowed and had beautiful flowers. Mark said, “Sure wish my house looked like that house,” and he continued on to work.

    As Mary is walking past Mark’s house and walking around the fence, again. Mary looks up at the house. She says to herself; “That could be a really pretty place if who ever lives there would get busy and fix things.”

    That night when Mark got home from work; he begins the job of cleaning up his yard. First thing was the fence in front of the house; his friend Tony at work told him how he fixed his fence in front of his house.

    He told Mark; “You get a piece of pipe, that frame you have from the cover you had over your dog pen. That is lying along side garage; you take a piece of that, then you get the fence up straight, knock the top off the post you want to fix. Then you drop one of the pieces of the frame and drop it down the fence post.

Then you put the cap back on. You do that to all the ones you are fixing. Look like to me you have three posts that need fixed. That’s how I fixed mine.”

    Mark says, “Thanks Tony; I will do that tonight, it will solve the problem of what to do with that frame. Thanks for telling me about that. I bet the neighbors will be happy to see me fix the fence.”

    Mark got the fence fixed that night; even pulled three bags of weeds and got them out by the road for the trash man. His friends Tony and Bill from work and cut up and hauled away the elm tree branch; they even cut the rest of the branch off the tree and sprayed kind of gobbly goop on the tree to protect it.

    The next day Mark felling really proud of himself for getting so much done the night before had a little spring to his step. He even had a bigger smile on his fact as he passed Mary.

    When Mary walked passed Mark’s house she hardly noticed the fence wasn’t hanging out on to the walk. She walked a little farther and stopped; turned around and walked back and stood there looking at the fence, nice and straight. The weeds had been pulled from along the fence, the lawn was mowed. The branch wasn’t hanging on the porch. She was really impressed with the way it looked. She said to herself, “I can hardly wait to see what this is going to look like when they are done.

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