Lo, the garden fence is finished!
Now I have a whole fence "wall" up which to train a grapevine. Now I have a whole extra corner of space that I didn't have before. Now I have an outer perimeter along which to plant more things.
I've already set some planters along that short section between the bird feeder and the garden gate:
I'd like to lay some pavers in that area that's so walked-on that grass won't ever grow, but . . . one of these days. The fence is huge, and I intend to bask in it. It's not technically necessary, as fences go, though if it keeps Dora from trampling through at will (and that's an IF, because she can jump and climb), then that's a win. Mostly I just wanted the feeling of an enclosed garden, set off from the rest of the space, safe and sheltered and contained. I guess it's the Entwife in me, but I like that kind of thing.
This fence was constructed largely of materials we either already had, or my husband salvaged: a roll of wire fencing left over from when a tree fell on the back fence five years ago, poles he found on the side of the road. He bought those last couple of panels between gate and gate, and he bought the gate, but much of what he used was recycling and using-up, which is nice.
Waiting now to leave for Mass. Dora and I walked for about an hour earlier this morning, and she's now flat-out on her side in her crate, having a nap she didn't know she needed until it was forced upon her. When I rolled out of bed, I put yesterday's swing dress back on, but now it's airing out, and I've put on my gray Sierra dress, last worn on Friday (also for Mass). There it was on the drying rack, airing out after that wearing, so on it went. I popped on my longline blue marl cardigan for shoulder coverage in church, and my red Cassie Mary Janes, and now we're ready to roll.
Simple and easy. I hadn't refreshed my hair in these photos, but just afterward I did spritz it with water from a spray bottle to dampen it, then scrunched the ends to help them take shape again. The good thing about gel is that it stays in your hair, and you can reactivate it with water when you want to reshape things a little. As always, I'm not spending much time on my hair, but the time I did spend yesterday, when I washed it (and I do not by any means ALWAYS spend that kind of time when I wash my hair), is paying some little dividends in upkeep over the next few days.
The rest of the day: happily, I'm finished with my work for the coming week, though I might spend some time on a couple of poems I need to send to somebody by tomorrow. I've written several more hermit sonnets lately, mostly because I realized that his calendar didn't include Ascension, Pentecost, or Trinity Sundays, and that really it should touch them as much as it touches days in Christmastide. So those are ready to send to somebody who solicited work from me, and I hope at least one of them will answer.
And I hope to go for another long walk. Last week we'd talked about walking the trail by the river, but I had to bang out some essays, so we didn't. Maybe today we'll get there.