Strange Thing

I love in a little neighborhood, in a cul-de-sac*. There are nice neighbors here. It's quiet, usually. But sometimes people do strange things. For instance? Once I saw my neighbor, let's call her Natalie** standing next to her car - on her lawn. I was, naturally, worried - what had happened? Oh, nothing. As it turns out, Natalie washes her car when it's parked on the lawn. That's her way of saving water, or something. Still, it surprises me to come around the corner and see a car in her front yard.

And then.

I looked out the window, and my next-door neighbor girl is washing a horse in her front yard.

Did you just wonder if you read that right? Well, you may not have, so I'll tell you again. She is washing a horse in her front yard.

A real horse, of a chestnutty reddish-brown color, all currently covered in suds. In her front yard.

Where am I?

*which I entirely recommend. It's good.

**cause that's her name

(This all really happened on Tuesday. Just, you know, in the interest of honesty and all that.)