don't fence me in

mark my words; i am never doing this again - recently, we took on the bigger-than-expected job of replacing the backyard fences for ourselves and five of our neighbors. we live in the city with postage stamp sized backyards, so it seemed like a pretty easy thing to do. (no, dabney and i didn't actually get back there and tear the crap down or dig any holes.) we just made the appropriate phone calls, got the estimates, visited lumber yards, negotiated, negotiated, went through three iterations of excel spreadsheets and made more calls.

but in the end, it was worth it. the impetus for the project was the 20+ year old rickety number that had been there about 15 years longer than it should have been.




it was growing moldy even. after each rain, it would turn this vibrant crazy green. ignore the handsome man in the chair and check out that moss. euw.




that old fence had seen some good times though: beer parties, bbqs, evening soirees, knitting, sunday paper rituals, naps even.



but it was time.

here, without further adue, the new backyard...