We have some nice neighbors (we'll call them "Karen" and "Brad") who live on the corner lot near out house. They used to be out in their yard every weekend and often on the weekday evenings working hard to keep it up. Aside from being consistently vigilant about lawn maintenance they were friendly and they enjoyed having breakfast out on their porch.
For the last year or so we noticed that we hadn't seen Karen much or at all. Usually, at least in the last decade or so, this would have been the source of much speculation on our part. Neighbors are always a source of interest. However, we must have been wrapped up with events in our own lives, since I don't remember having any conversations about this with my wife. In retrospect, we realized that the yard had not been tended with the usual fervor.
We learned why last weekend. A little one year old baby boy had been keeping her busy. We met him after his birthday party, which coincided with our youngest daughter's birthday. With the approach of summer and the maturing of their infant, they are out and about in their yard a bit more.
As I was preparing to take advantage of the brief clear weather today to get the lawn mowed, I saw Brad cleaning up the yard when Karen came out their side door, hands on her hips, stretching her back and squinting as she took in a deep breath that distinctly said "Thank god, the baby is taking a nap."