Once before, in early January of 2010 FSO did fences and, if I remember right, there were some really great gates and fences that week. Even so many months and years later I can remember Scriptor Senex’s post from that week. Considering that some days I don’t remember the name of my first born this shows you how much fun that week’s topic was. And because of the great memories, I am looking forward to seeing all the new contributions to the topic this week.
I had to go back and read the older post again; to see what I had to say, to see if what I had to say is still true and to see what photos I used. I took advantage of this trip back to also read the comments, which for me is always nice. Once again I have several directions I could go. Telling you more about our house and its fences or to show you photos of a rather nice old fence in Nova Friburgo. I think it will be more fun to do the former now and to save the other for a later post.
In March of 2010, Camillo and I adopted our first child and it became necessary to re-fence the whole property. Taking out our cedar hedge that allowed other dogs to get onto our lot and, possibly, would allow our baby to get out, we replaced it with the great wall of china. Eventually the WALL will be covered with ornamental ivy but for now it just looks big and gray, looming over the house and garden.
Post-Spritzer (PS) I don’t know how much Camillo has spent trying to keep our garden safe. As any good German Shepard would, Spritz loves digging holes. He likes having only one ball at a time. If we are foolish enough to give him two, he digs a hole, drops it in and the toy is never seen again. He also likes to lift flower pots with his teeth and move them to other locations, tip them upside down, eat the plant – so fences went up around the garden outside of my office to protect my flowers.
He has, since becoming a young adult, figured out how to open the gate and come inside (We’re in there why shouldn’t he be?) and waits patiently at the next gate for someone to leave it not quite latched, and with a bump of his nose and tug with his foot he is off and away. Fences made of small bits of bamboo began to line the sidewalks, the ledges, the stairs into the lower garden, and then bits of wire went over those to make them higher…. you getting the picture?
I have began to feel like I was being locked inside and Spritzer has free run of the land.