The other day, a neighbor who lives to the side of the back of our yard mentioned that they might want to put in a fence. We were alarmed that they might cut some trees, but then they said they were not planning to do that. But they got a little riled by our asking about the trees.
The thing is, we didn’t get a chance to say this, but we had thought that the trees between our properties were on water district land, because our deed identifies our boundary as bordering on water district land. [You can see the line of trees and bushes behind our compost bins in this photo from two weeks ago.] But today I did some research and discovered that their deed in fact includes at least some of the water district land, and perhaps might come right up to ours.
It is all both explicit and very vague on our deed, especially in reference to the back half–because it refers to the old Portland Gardens plan. For example, where that part of our land begins is stated to be about 99 feet across, while the back line of our property is stated to be 161 feet across. But it is unclear exactly how and where it is anchored or where it expands–it doesn’t correspond to what was mowed as lawn. (And it would cost thousands to get a survey, we were told.) And if you look on the current tax map, the water district land seems to be 53 feet across between the properties. But I don’t see how there are that many feet between us, even if all the “hedge row” is included.
However, the deed for the neighbor’s yard cites an iron pipe at the corner boundary next to their road, and then “83.31 feet to an iron pipe and land now or formerly of the Portland Water District.” The wording is odd–but I found an earlier deed that ceded some 56 feet of PWD land (on that side) to that parcel–and it makes sense, they couldn’t have built a house on the land without it. Then it angles back to a narrow point further back. Sometimes I wonder if it is all something of a fiction–maybe the plan for Portland Gardens didn’t really match the actual land, and nobody actually has the number of feet listed.
But all day today I have been worried about the trees. The black cherry and the cedar. The ones I haven’t learned the names of yet. We love the trees for themselves, and also for the privacy they create in this place during the summer. Margy has spent a lot of time cutting down bittersweet from these trees. And I’ve been wondering where the boundary really is. There is too much snow right now to hunt for that iron pipe. But I surely will as soon as enough has melted. It all feels so vulnerable.