Commence Fence

By the time you read this I will have already begun construction of my long-anticipated fence. It’s hard to believe this is so—after years of complaining and researching, complaining and hoping, disappointments and reboots, topped off with a little more complaining—the time has finally come ‘round. I am commencing the fence.

I’m hoping I thought of everything—ordered all the parts in all the correct amounts. 15 t-posts were the last piece I need to procure and they are now in my possession, thanks to the generosity of a good friend and her truck. We saved on the delivery fee and went out to lunch instead, a win/win in my book. I even ordered two signs that remind small boys that my fence is electric, and they should probably refrain from peeing on it. OR ELSE.

I know some of you are concerned what I will do with myself once the fence is completed—whatever will Sue compla—I mean—WRITE about now?

Never fear, Gentle Reader, I’m sure I’ll find something. Probably all that non-stop blooming and growing will eventually get on my nerves. The lushness! The beauty! Garden beds looking even more beautiful the next morning than they did at dusk! It will take some getting used to, that’s for sure. Bear with me, please.