Friday, May 4, 2012
The End of an Era
One year, I was a member of the Builder's Club, along with two of my neighbors, and Mrs. P. Out project was to paint the fence. We spent hours painting the fence in black paint. It was all over us and it took forever to the paint off our hands and to clean out the brushes. But, the fence looked good.
Our fence was also complete with a red gate. I remember Dad spending time touching up the red paint to make the gate look nice. I also remember climbing that gate when I was young and thinking I was so strong.
The fence finally started to show it's wear and tear and was starting to look so bad. Some of the boards were broken and bowed. We were no longer keeping livestock, so the fence wasn't really serving a purpose, except to be a perch for the birds. So, it was decided at the spur of the moment, to take it down. We had a friend at the house with a chainsaw helping us cut down some dead trees, so we decided to use his help a little longer and take down the fence.
It truly was the end of an era and the yard looks so different. Old habits die hard too, because many times, the three of us have gone out into the pasture and come back, and we all started to walk through the gate. It's funny really, but now, the yard looks bigger and better, the dogs have nothing interrupting their runs, and the birds have a new perch, a pile of logs from the dead trees.
So long, old fence.