Zofia, your house is adorable!
We had someone complain to our HOA because our yard waste can was visible on a day with no pick-up. Know why? It was in the yard, right next to me, because I was doing yard work. Imagine that. Sometimes I think 100 acres with a house plunked right down in the very middle is the right idea.
I’m just the type to go out on the porch and “clean up” just for that neighbor. By stacking all the boxes neatly - taped together so they don’t fall down even - in a cubed stack. And just leave it there for another week.
It didn’t look all that bad from me. From the neighbor’s kvetching, I was expecting way worse than a few cardboard boxes.
No. Hayle no. No no no no. No.
Ok, your house is nice, but the porch looks bad. That does NOT excuse Nosy Neighbor’s rudeness, though. Couldn’t you (and this would kill her) at least stack the boxes neatly? That’s what I’d do…
I took classes in Evil. Got an A, even. 
Nope. I would figure you were in the middle of a project. I *would *wonder when you were going to put the boxes away after about a week. I would think to myself that if it was my porch, I’d have lots of flowering plants in pots and a nice bench or outdoor settee. It’s a great porch.
And I would never, ever say anything like your lovely neighbour did.
I also would return with my own dog to our house, and see on our entry steps:
a pair of my shoes
gardening secateurs
a basket with a flashlight, leash and doggy bags in it
a ton of recycling waiting for next Tuesday stacked up on the side of the house
an ugly white plastic chair and table
and a couple of plants that really aren’t all that pretty.
usually my cigarettes and lighter by the door
And I would think to myself how easy it is to judge other peoples’ messes.
Ha! They’d disappear in a heartbeat if I had stuff worth stealing on my porch. Aaron’s cigar butts walk off. (Although of course now that we have the cameras nobody wants to steal ANYTHING.) That’s the thing - we’re in the kind of “edge of the good neighborhood” where somebody would throw a rock through my window, and she snarls at me about boxes?
I would agree with this with the moderation that your front porch is a bit of a mess. I’d have to see the rest of the neighbourhood - if you live in a slum, you’re doing great. If you live in a pristine neighbourhood, not so good.
You should probably do less posting and more cleaning of your porch!
Half and half, I’d say. I live on the shitty street of a good neighborhood.
And yeah, OBVIOUSLY I should do less posting and more porch cleaning! Healer, heal thyself! (I put MORE BOXES out there today, not just to chap her ass but because I really got some significant cleaning done on the indoors.)
ETA - that first part was to featherlou, obviously.
The path to the door seems pretty blocked. What if EMS had to get in, or you had to get out in a fire?
They or you shove the boxes out of the way. No fuss no muss.
Sometimes seconds count. Blocking access like that is dangerous.
Something to think about is whether the stuff on the porch would be attractive to an arsonist.
I might be paranoid though. I’m staying at my son’s house in Seattle, and there have been four arson fires in his neighborhood recently, one of them just a couple blocks over. We smelled the smoke and watched the KIRO helicopter. We’re in the midst of a cleanup too, but after the latest fire, we got everything off the porch and over to the driveway.
I’m not real clear on why the boxes were there to begin with…were they empty? filled? Looks like someone was refusing a lot of deliveries, if I’d been walking down the street and guessing.
I’ll come help you clean up the porch if I can then hang out in the porch swing with a book and a pitcher of margaritas. 
Empty, of course. They’re boxes from deliveries that have made their way onto the porch but not out by the trash.
They don’t block the door at all - even the mailman doesn’t think so, and he’s notoriously picky. The mailbox is next to the door and if it were blocked in any way I wouldn’t be getting the Mormon book catalogs from the previous residents, I assure you.
You’ll have to steal your own cigar butts. (We love sitting on the porch drinking, but it’s August. In August in South Carolina, you only go out on the porch when it’s raining.)
If they’re empty boxes, why don’t you just break them down and put them in the recycle bin?
I’ll go a step further. You seem to have a variety of shapes and colors to work with here. Get in touch with your creative side and arrange them in fun designs. Build some artsy box sculpture. Switch it up every few days.
Next time you see your lovely cuntlapping neighbor, thank her for finally motivating you to “clean up” the boxes.