Write DO NOT CHALK HERE in large letters across the pavement outside her house.
In chalk of course
😂😂😂
She's been a bit of a mini bully to the children, hasn't she? She doesn't own the pavement and they were mostly in your drive.
Maybe OP you could take your DD out and sit and chalk with her, to get her confidence up, other DCs will join you. Then ward off Most NDN and say, "You need to leave the children be, to have this lovely outdoor fun. They are playing perfectly nicely, look how pretty that is and it'll wash away in the rain"
I used to love chalking on pavement outside my house with the children in the street. One day an old lady started harrassing us for weeks, telling us we couldn't play outside (she was about 4 houses away opposite side) whether we were chalking, cycling or I was in my little tractor, or we were sat picking daisy chains on the green (not playing outside her house) .
Mum was really angry ins day when Mum caught us playing in middle of road near the junction away from the safe part by our houses. My sister told her it was because the Lady told us we weren't allowed to play by our house or on the green (we were, there were no restrictions).
My mum sent us out, watched us like a hawk and walked straight over the moment Lady came out to tell us off. Mum nicely told her off, that of course children were allowed to play out there and it wasn't ok for her to upset little children, we were hardly noisy (true) and how dangerous it was as she'd scared us so much we'd tried to move to playing in the busy junction.
But Mum made a friend of her too by saying how about we have a cup of tea. Mum told us from then on to say hello Mrs (eg Smith) with big smiles to lady and ask about her day first when she came out, before she had a chance to say anything else. I remember her giving me biscuits and playing her piano for me.
We went from an annoyance to her, to "little Sally, Mark, Andrew and Emma playing out". I remember her coming out to chat and smiling, asking us to show her what we'd done/made that day , putting daisy chains around her neck "that we'd made for her" and it became "how lovely dearies" rather than you can't play here. She held my hand a few times (she had such soft hands)
I remember the day of her funeral a few years later. We drew chalk bouquets along path outside our (own) houses and stood outside ours to wave to her procession as it went past.
Is forgotten all of that until I started typing about chalking outside growing up. It clearly still has such lovely strong childhood memories for me.