"Lovely outdoor spaces that invite relaxation, reflection, and friendship."
That's what I'm aiming for as I enclose a small patio along side my house. Sometimes to create such a space requires other things to be masked from view. A garden is a bit of an illusion: as if the world where well tended and picturesque everywhere.
It is just a mask, just an illusion, but I enjoy "sweet lies:" even my island of sanity in a sea of madness -- my garden enclosed.
Here's the work in progress:
One eight foot section of fence waiting to be transported and mounted:
The second section, waiting to be assembled:
The tools of assembly:
The tubular supports: eight foot tubes -- six feet above ground, two under...
How I "drilled" the holes in the ground for the tubular supports -- I used to work for an oil drilling company...
The ladder and sledge hammer for pounding the supports into the drilled holes:
A place in the shade for breaks:
A replacement stool I modeled after the one from my youth which rotted out. (Yes, I'm that old.)
What's missing is the sweaty shirts. The blister. And the inner smile: I think this is going to work.
It's also fun using tools, most of which I've accumulated over four decades from the men I looked up to. Men who passed on their tools to a "younger" generation. They passed on a useful legacy, and I'm building on it.