After thirty years
I'm gifted with not having to look over the back fence to whatever project
the neighbors have involved themselves and they don't have to see our
doings, either. It is wonderful. A board fence solves a lot of gripes:
http://www.academyfence.com/wood.html Of all these pictures ours is
the very plain board fence but I can't tell you how wonderful it makes me
I was reading in the Woman's Day magazine that one way of getting
chores done is to do them bit by bit. For instance, instead of cleaning
the whole refrigerator at once when she didn't have the time, the shelf
that needed it the worse was simply wiped out. This is how I have operated
the homestead for years. Wherever I'm standing is where the cleaning is
done for whatever needs it. Eventually, everything gets done.
It took Rodney and my son-in-law approximately two hours to put this
fence up. That is with pouring the cement for around the the posts and
all. Two hours compared to wishing for the fence for thirty years is quite
a sobering thought. The bull with his ugly horns and the electric fence
the neighbors were using was the catalyst to cause the fence to finally go
up. I have seen those electric fences nearly kill a baby goat. My daughter
pulled the animal off and it knocked her down, too. Imagine what they
might do to a human child.
Onward and forward with the saga of suing for peace on an acreage
between the town's city limits and the rancher's prairie domain.
The wind came up in an angry rush at sixty miles an hour but evidently the
cement had already hardened enough so that the fence did not move, so
all's well that ends well.