Dean called yesterday at 6:30 AM. It was pouring near his home. What was it doing here? Pouring. We agreed not to build. Instead I spent most of the day fencing in the rain. After a while it wasn’t really raining. Just heavy mist. The clouds lay on the ground, spreading white fingers up the hillside and slowly soaking my coveralls.
Fencing is simple, repetitive, meditative. Just pulling lines and pounding metal T-posts, avoiding rocks and adjusting for plumb. A good job for a reflective, wet day. It only requires time and patience. I got 25 posts up.
My current dilemma is that I hate to put ugly electric fencing behind the future house, on top of Allen’s beautiful wall. Someday I will have post-and-rail fencing there. However I got a quote on post-and-rail and, for behind the 250′ wall, without installation, the materials alone are almost $2000. This won’t be happening any time soon.
Such is my love of the lines of that wall, however, that I found myself instinctively skipping that section, starting to make an upper pasture and a lower pasture, with nothing in between. But that layout would require more gates, more treated six-by-six gate and corner posts, more work, more money. For what? Logic tells me just to fence the whole area now as inexpensively as I can and change it later. The important thing is to be able to have the animals on that land, grazing and fertilizing it, as soon as possible. Moreover, I have all the T-posts on hand. A wealthy neighbor installed them and then ripped them out a year later, upgrading to wood. He gave them to me for $1 apiece, a small fraction of their cost.
But the beautiful wall… with electric lines on top? I’m dithering!