The plants it seem, on the other side of the fence, have grown weary of their own view.

Have grown tired of social distancing.

Want to see if things really are better on the other side.

Have put into motion a not so secret mission. Have sent spies over the fence to report back on our activity.

I spotted them this afternoon, as I too, weary of my own view, pressed my face up to the fence gaps to peer in on them and get a glimpse of their much greener grass.