Mending Wall -Robert Frost
Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun;
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
...
He is all pine and I am apple orchard.
My apple trees will never get across
And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
He only says, "Good fences make good neighbours."
Much of the fence was still there. It had not been rolled up. |
That is a two inch diameter walnut seedling growing through the fencing. |
This is where Herc went through. |
Much of the stretch was overgrown with Autumn Olive. |
Somebody laid this fence post against this Box Elder. It was a while ago. The tree started growing around the "T" post. |
Kubota was going to help me but he gassed out early. The picture in his head was that we were going to slam in some fence posts into the ground, hang some fence and be done. Like some big men, he is not fond of flying insects and crawling arthropods. Nor does he much like dragging brush. He was not favorably impressed by the amount of pre-work that we had to do.
It was only eighty, humid and no breeze. It was all I could do to keep moving. I don't know how you guys down south get anything done. Is it acclimation?
While I was not all that keen about the amount of prework, it had to get done. It would have gone better if I had not started out with stale gas in the chainsaw. The saw started fine but acted fuel-starved when I needed power. It took a while to get that sorted out.
Yes, the fence is not tight. I can fix that. I needed to have the fence up the next day to show good faith to my neighbor that I am serious about keeping my dog on my property. |
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