At really long last, I finally have the new front fence. I could go digging through my photographs to show you its somewhat ugly predecessor, which I had built in a rush and with limited resources in 2010, but really, why mar your eyes when I can show you the beauty of the new fence taken in a pic taken by a non-photographer with the ever-ready iPhone? (It’s true: when I aim to please, I use an old Kodak EasyPix.) I could hook my blog with my new Instagram account. Actually, that’s a Brilliant idea.
As I wrote last year in one of my most popular posts on making Red Pepper Jelly, I did not have a post-pounder, an auger, or a sharp-shooter for digging the post holes and getting them into the ground. This is the kind of fence I wanted, minus the barbed wire, but when I found welded-wire fence at the hardware store, I just bought it to commit. I posted then that it would look something like this when done, except with nice round cedar fence posts from the country, rather than square city posts. And so I rented a post digger shovel and I got the help of one fine friend, Marc, who thought at first that round or square actually made a difference in ease of installation, until we got to work and saw it made no difference at all. We had six – saving the seventh gate-post for the future, when my bleeding hearts have died down – posts to install. Each took about 45 minutes to dig, or at least it felt that way. The sun was bright, and it was hot, and I played hair-metal music on the boom box (which was called a Ghetto Blaster in Mr. T’s day) and joked about wearing beer t-shirts just to fit the work image. Marc had had too much beer the night before, so we saved all cap-twisting for when the work was done.
When we stretched the fence and it looked slacker than fences usually do, a wonderful man stopped by just to tell us that that was exactly the right thing to do. He said when this kind of fence is tight on a hot day, when the cold weather comes, it tenses right up, and this causes fences to heave over. Awesome. Practical information to thwart the cosmetic perfectionist.
Here are the photos from the end of the day:
|From the top of the steps|
|From the corner facing in – with an experimental stick in the way along the top of the fence|
|From gate post, crouching level|
|And a gratuitous shot of my back yard, simply because I’m proud of the formerly-sad irises that have taken so nicely to the patch under the cedars|