If we were having coffee…
I’d offer you some cold brew out on the deck. We’re finally getting some sun and warmth and blue skies and flowers and singing birds. I love it!
Now that my kitchen is functional, I’ve turned my focus on the yard. I’ve started moving the seven cubic yards of wood chips from where they’ve been camped all winter just outside of my back yard gate. I need to clear access for the fence installers that are coming next week to set up a new fence along my back property line and replace the gate on the street side.
Is it just me, or does this pile of wood chips resemble George Washington’s Mt Rushmore carving?
It will be a solid privacy fence. What’s that saying… “Good fences make good neighbors.”
Hold on… I want to look up who actually said that. Probably rude of me to hop on the computer while I have guests, but it will only take a sec.
Ah… Robert Frost. And it’s not a saying, it’s a line from a poem, Mending Wall. Interesting. I didn’t know that.
Frost writes about stones falling from the wall that separates his property from his neighbor’s. In the spring it’s time to mend the wall.
A few excerpts:
I let my neighbor know beyond the hill;
And on a day we meet to walk the line
And set the wall between us once again.
We keep the wall between us as we go…
They work together until they come to the end of the wall.
There where it is we do not need the wall:
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.
He only says, ‘Good fences make good neighbors.’
The poet presses the point:
“Why do they make good neighbors?
…
Before I built a wall I’d ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offense…”
The neighbor continues working for a bit.
He will not go behind his father’s saying,
And he likes having thought of it so well
He says again, ‘Good fences make good neighbors.’
You may read the entire poem here:
https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/mending-wall
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Sorry for the interruption of our coffee date, but I get curious about things. And I learned something new!
My neighbors and I don’t have apple trees and pine trees between us. They have an eclectic collection of – how shall I say this – crappy junk! I have daffodils, grape hyacinth, California poppies and St John’s wort.
Maybe they hate looking at my flowers as much as I hate seeing their junk. Who knows? But I’m so excited for the new fence! The installers will set the posts and show me how to put on the boards. It costs less if I do some of the work myself. And we all know how much I love to attempt new DIY projects.
Maybe I’ll write my own poem about putting up my fence. Seriously. Okay, so I’m no Robert Frost, and my vinyl fence won’t be as picturesque as a countryside stone wall. But I’ll give it a shot. We all know how much I love to attempt poetry.
I guess I got a bit preoccupied today with fences and walls and neighbors and Robert Frost. And I’ve had too much caffeine now, so I’m antsy to get to work on… something. It won’t be shoveling wood chips today. It’s too hot. I have lots of projects to choose from, though.
Thanks for stopping by today. I hope you have a great week!
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I think Robert Frost was on to something…and poetic or not, your fence will make you happy. You can grow vines and block the view..honeysuckle is a quick growing cover. Enjoy it!
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Thank you! I think it will make me VERY happy. Now I just need to save up so I can wrap the fence around the rest of my property. I’ll try vines on that side for now. Good idea!
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I love this line so much: “He is all pine and I am apple orchard.” It makes me want to write something (maybe a poem?).
I’m glad your kitchen’s all functional again. That looked like a crazy big project (based on the pictures you put up). 🙂
And your dog looks so happy in the sun. Soo cute! 😀
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You could write a wall or fence poem! We can start a thing!
The kitchen has a long way to go, but it is nice to be able to cook again. Next up for the kitchen is pouring another (much larger) concrete counter top. Wish me luck!
Chules is a funny boy. He tries to lay on the cool tile floor when he is indoors, and yet he’ll go out in the heat of the day to lay on the deck. Too hot for me… I’m sticking with laying on the tile floor. 🙂
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Actually, I just posted a poem based on that line over on my other blog cosistories.wordpress.com . Just because it was begging to be written. 😀
And I’m wishing a whole lot of good luck with the counter top. 🙂
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Chules looks very bored with the coffee, but I bet he sculpted George in your wood chips and just fell asleep waiting for you to tell him what a great artist he is! Your poppies are lovely too. Do you suppose he’s been eating them. Maybe that’s why he sculpted George.?? 🙂
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You could be right about George. Chules does seem to have the soul of an artist. Maybe I should buy him some water color paint and brushes. Or at least sidewalk chalk… I think the poppies are probably more of a Tux Cat thing.
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I really want to see multicolored Chules. Buy the water colors. 🙂
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Hmmm, I don’t know if it’s George, might be an Englishman… I see moustache. Don’t tell me this face just happened to appear there?
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Actually, I didn’t even notice that it looked like a face until I uploaded the photo to my computer.
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Ohh, then it was quite a find. You could easily claim you’d made it happen on purpose. 🙂
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Maybe I could sell it on Ebay like people do with tomatoes that look like Elvis, or potato chips that show the likeness of St. Francis.. I think packing and shipping might be problematic, though.
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