Yesterday the “crew” completed the fencing project. My acre is now chainlinked from the front edge of the house to the back of the acre. There is a 12′ drive gate on the north side of the house and a 4′ walk gate on the south side. Eventually I will build an attached garage on the north side which will include indoor dog pens leading to outdoor runs. It’s not where my dogs will live (they’re house dogs), but it is where they will be stashed if I am doing something with which their help is not needed, if it’s muddy, or if some dogs are not getting along.
This is how the “yard” looked before the “crew” attacked it with a tractor.
. . . and now
Looking toward the back of the house. There was a ratty privacy fence around the patio, and an awful wire dog run with a dogloo — all gone!
In late October, the crew will be back to disk about two-thirds of the acre to the back fence. We will broadcast seeds for native wildflowers, spread straw, anchor with landscaping mesh (to make the straw stay in place). That should hold any moisture we are lucky enough to have and, henceforth, I will look out on my personal meadow.
This weekend I am going to take the patio furniture and weave poles to the house and then paint some dark inside walls (honest, they are dark brown). Monday the floor installer will begin laying 1600 square feet of a red oak laminate. I’m planning to move the weekend of the 25th.
Yesterday I met my only neighbor, Edgar. He has three or four big dogs. He gave me one of the last pears from his little pear tree — it was a very sweet pear and a very sweet gesture. By the way, the name of my street is Pinto. I’d like to think as in “ponies”.