please fence me in
We love a fence, the Adman and I.
We're known to slow down the car to admire some fencing. One of the dairy farmers on our road just finished fencing a whole paddock and it's a thing of beauty. Taut. Effective. Tidy.
Tilly, perhaps, not as excited.
But happy to go visit the fellas out the back paddock when Adman was helping Dad do some fencing last week (i.e. learning how.)
Dad's fences are lovely. Sometimes poetic. Often electric. Something I learnt from a young age. (Am a proud under-fence-rolling expert.)
Here is Adman doing a sterling job. A lovely, lovely fence, you'd have to say.
Here is Dad, wondering when it is a good time to tell Adman he has kinda ballsed it up.
Here's Dad re-doing that bit.
Luckily for Adman he's a sufficiently amusing co-worker that fencing skills are secondary. He can also make a killer cup of coffee, useful when you're growing the stuff.
Adman had nothing to do with this one, Dad. Really.
xxx
Kelly
June 14, 2011 at 11:53 pmI get the fence thing — totally. I made my husband stop on a busy road so I could take a pic of a yellow fence. Totally worth it. I like ur fences.
Sue
June 15, 2011 at 2:08 amThis is just gorgeous. Mmmmmmmm, in a different way to normal.
Amber
June 15, 2011 at 7:57 ama killer cup of coffee tops pretty much anything in my book!!!
Charley
June 15, 2011 at 8:46 amLovely POST! Hee hee. I do love a good fence and equally so a well made Cornish hedge. I like the path trodden by the cows to the water trough. Always amazed me as a child how sheep and cattle often took the same route across even a flat field to get to the same spot.
Thanks for reminding me of happy fencing days, although I am probably remembering through slightly rose tinted specs…when you are about ten you’re probably a bit cold and bored after the 100th post!
Jodie
June 16, 2011 at 8:15 amI was marvelling at your amazing shrinking powers that must accompany the fence-rolling skill. Then it dawned on me. Cows. Not sheep. Ah-haaaaa! 🙂 xx J. (PS 9 days to go!)