Not much more can be said, or implied about fences than the classic Robert Frost Poem known to many as Mending Wall. However the use of this proverbial wisdom dates back at least a couple of centuries. Perhaps the maxim is just plain silly, but having a retreat from the world as we come to know it strikes me as not at all bad. At the writing of this post, we are midway into a project that will finally give us a retreat from crapping dogs, whose owners let them frequent our place, the curious neighbor children who, lacking guidance or oversight wander into our yard as casually as they would their own and hopefully some protection from the gawkers, thieves and predators who would otherwise prey upon our activities, property and chickens. Oddly enough, many people and countless dogs and cats have felt the need to wander into our space and in the case of the dogs, leave a little something to remember them by. I have seen the neighbor's dog stalking our chickens as close as their pen would allow the dog to get. I have seen children poking things into the coop, the chicken tractor and can't seem to fathom what they could be thinking as they harass them.
This being said, the flow of our yard out into the park which lies adjacent to our property will be forever lost. The easy carry of our canoes into the river less than 100 feet away, the primary selling point for the house when we bought it, will be complicated a bit by having to schlep the canoes through a gate and the rote they will need to be carried will be a bit more difficult and circuitous. In spite of that, the benefits will slightly outweigh the costs and the look of our place, though disjointed from the rest of the property around us will be more quaint and provincial. I never saw myself as the picket fence kind of guy. In fact, I have frequently heard that term used pejoratively for dullards and old farts. I guess, now that I'm approaching fifty, I'd rather sacrifice a little than step in dog shit while harvesting my tomatoes. The wonderful feeling of having the closest thing to the country in the city will be lost forever, you see, our yard used to open out into a river side park that guarantees that the adjacent 110 acres will never be developed. After ten years of planting trees, I had a visual screen that gave us a bit of shade and privacy, but the trunks failed to slow the onslaught of other people's incursions into our space. Now, though one problem will be solved, another arises.
One of the funniest things that I have ever done is to wrap my yard with a fence. Other than keeping my chickens or a dog, when we have owned them, in or keeping critters out, there has been little need for fences in my life. The fences I have always loved were rock walls, but that has been sufficiently covered in another entry. Even the fence that is going in now is being built atop a retaining wall of brick that, although it has only been built within the past month or so looks like it has been in place much longer. I'm sure that there are as many reasons not to have one as there are to cordon off one's own bit of space. If I could just get used to people sneaking up to me in my own yard, or the dogs, or the cats, or even the creatures of the night who seek to harry my chickens, I wouldn't have even considered putting up the barrier. Instead, I'm going ahead with the project in the hope that most folks and their critters will decide to go elsewhere. I realized in advance that in some respects, I'm making myself an island, but inevitably, no matter how far away your island may be from the rest of civilization, some of their crap will eventually wash up on your shore. I'm just hoping that the poorly trained pet owners will no longer be an issue, that the physical barrier will reduce the number of interlopers and that the "line in the sand", having been drawn will help others to respect my boundaries.
Just as in kindergarten, the tiny fraction of bad actors require everyone to be punished. This is where the simple act of building a fence gets really complicated for me. I often don't have time to catch and educate each and every offensive dog owner. I have not yet come upon a fail safe method of keeping curious children away from my "attractive nuisances", nor can I prevent adults from taking the liberty of walking into private property uninvited so I'm hoping that the fence will do what civilization has not. "Stone armed" as I may be, I will sleep better at night and hopefully harvest tomatoes without the agitation of sticky, stinky and heinous feet. Just for a moment I have to stray from this well-reasoned and mellow cadence to say, "You stupid fools! I don't shit in your yard, why would you let your dogs crap in mine?" Some might say that spending so much in an attempt to isolate ourselves from the outside world is frivolity run amok, but until you have lived with ten years of your yard being a thoroughfare, the malicious hooliganism that strangers bring to you in the night and the unwanted forays into your vegetable patch by both children and pets, you may never understand the need for a little condom between you and the rest of the world.
Most proverbial wisdom was hard won centuries ago, but was important enough top ring true through the ages. The fence may not actually make our neighbors good, but by keeping most of them at arms length, we may be able to live our own lives without being subjected to their faults. The only part of the process that I'm not excited about is feeling like I'm turning my back on all the respectful and welcome folks who I would want to have see my projects, enjoy seeing me toil in the garden, or invite to sit by the fire and have a glass of wine on a cool autumn night. In spite of all the conversations and friends that I might have made without a fence, the urge to protect myself from the unwanted strangers who would defile my property has won the day. I'm both happy and sad about the decision. Ten years from now I still won't miss the crap but I may never again feel the thrill of turkeys wandering through my yard or the exquisite feeling of my yard extending out to the river bank and beyond in an unbroken carpet of grass. The end of each and every era comes with both opportunity and loss. now, for all you folks who may feel excluded, just knock and we will invite you in!
This being said, the flow of our yard out into the park which lies adjacent to our property will be forever lost. The easy carry of our canoes into the river less than 100 feet away, the primary selling point for the house when we bought it, will be complicated a bit by having to schlep the canoes through a gate and the rote they will need to be carried will be a bit more difficult and circuitous. In spite of that, the benefits will slightly outweigh the costs and the look of our place, though disjointed from the rest of the property around us will be more quaint and provincial. I never saw myself as the picket fence kind of guy. In fact, I have frequently heard that term used pejoratively for dullards and old farts. I guess, now that I'm approaching fifty, I'd rather sacrifice a little than step in dog shit while harvesting my tomatoes. The wonderful feeling of having the closest thing to the country in the city will be lost forever, you see, our yard used to open out into a river side park that guarantees that the adjacent 110 acres will never be developed. After ten years of planting trees, I had a visual screen that gave us a bit of shade and privacy, but the trunks failed to slow the onslaught of other people's incursions into our space. Now, though one problem will be solved, another arises.
One of the funniest things that I have ever done is to wrap my yard with a fence. Other than keeping my chickens or a dog, when we have owned them, in or keeping critters out, there has been little need for fences in my life. The fences I have always loved were rock walls, but that has been sufficiently covered in another entry. Even the fence that is going in now is being built atop a retaining wall of brick that, although it has only been built within the past month or so looks like it has been in place much longer. I'm sure that there are as many reasons not to have one as there are to cordon off one's own bit of space. If I could just get used to people sneaking up to me in my own yard, or the dogs, or the cats, or even the creatures of the night who seek to harry my chickens, I wouldn't have even considered putting up the barrier. Instead, I'm going ahead with the project in the hope that most folks and their critters will decide to go elsewhere. I realized in advance that in some respects, I'm making myself an island, but inevitably, no matter how far away your island may be from the rest of civilization, some of their crap will eventually wash up on your shore. I'm just hoping that the poorly trained pet owners will no longer be an issue, that the physical barrier will reduce the number of interlopers and that the "line in the sand", having been drawn will help others to respect my boundaries.
Just as in kindergarten, the tiny fraction of bad actors require everyone to be punished. This is where the simple act of building a fence gets really complicated for me. I often don't have time to catch and educate each and every offensive dog owner. I have not yet come upon a fail safe method of keeping curious children away from my "attractive nuisances", nor can I prevent adults from taking the liberty of walking into private property uninvited so I'm hoping that the fence will do what civilization has not. "Stone armed" as I may be, I will sleep better at night and hopefully harvest tomatoes without the agitation of sticky, stinky and heinous feet. Just for a moment I have to stray from this well-reasoned and mellow cadence to say, "You stupid fools! I don't shit in your yard, why would you let your dogs crap in mine?" Some might say that spending so much in an attempt to isolate ourselves from the outside world is frivolity run amok, but until you have lived with ten years of your yard being a thoroughfare, the malicious hooliganism that strangers bring to you in the night and the unwanted forays into your vegetable patch by both children and pets, you may never understand the need for a little condom between you and the rest of the world.
Most proverbial wisdom was hard won centuries ago, but was important enough top ring true through the ages. The fence may not actually make our neighbors good, but by keeping most of them at arms length, we may be able to live our own lives without being subjected to their faults. The only part of the process that I'm not excited about is feeling like I'm turning my back on all the respectful and welcome folks who I would want to have see my projects, enjoy seeing me toil in the garden, or invite to sit by the fire and have a glass of wine on a cool autumn night. In spite of all the conversations and friends that I might have made without a fence, the urge to protect myself from the unwanted strangers who would defile my property has won the day. I'm both happy and sad about the decision. Ten years from now I still won't miss the crap but I may never again feel the thrill of turkeys wandering through my yard or the exquisite feeling of my yard extending out to the river bank and beyond in an unbroken carpet of grass. The end of each and every era comes with both opportunity and loss. now, for all you folks who may feel excluded, just knock and we will invite you in!