Our neighbors behind us tore out the fence between our yards about a month ago. There wasn't a whole lot of actual "tearing" to do. I had mentioned before that it was literally falling apart. The guy they have doing it came back a few days later to set posts, and that's where it ended. For a couple of weeks. They were wanting the boards to be all reclaimed wood, and I guess he was having a hard time finding enough of one thing. But this week, the show was back up and running, and he and a buddy worked two days straight. There's still a run of boards to install at the bottom, but for the most part, it's done.
They used metal posts, which I had never seen before, and ran the boards horizontally, opposed to the more traditional vertical fencing. The boards they used are 2 x 10's, so that thing ain't goin' anywhere anytime soon.
I think it'd look cool stained black. ;o)
Other than that excitement, not much else is goin' on out there.
I literally haven't done a single thing in the yard for weeks.
Nada.
Well, unless you count cleaning up dog poop.
But the leaves are changing, the light is different, and mother nature has a way of making even the biggest of messes, look pretty.
Can you spy the visitor in the this next photo?
Our neighbors adopted two kittens, and about the time the fence came down is when they started letting them outside.
So with no barrier, they've become quite smitten with our side of the tracks.
This guy's name is Chaplin.
He's watching the holy terror, of canine persuasion, that lives in my yard.
He hasn't been spotted yet.
He wears a bell, so I hear him a lot, but I don't always see him.
One of these days, he'll let me get close enough to pet him.
Back to the changing leaves, the blueberry bushes are so dang pretty right now.
There aren't a ton of flowers left, but the white Penstemon is still hanging on, the 'Velvet Elvis' is in full glory mode, and the 'Ayesha' Hydrangea decided to spit out another bloom.
I'm thiiiiis close to sticking the Dogwood in the ground.
I love all my little potted trees.
This guys is an Elm and he's been in the same pot for longer than I can remember.
The bottom rotted out years ago, so it's just his root ball holding him in.
Around the south side of the house, the Clematis are still pumpin' out a few blooms, and the Jasmine I transplanted this spring is still puttin' out new growth.
The potted Bald Cypress over there is earning its keep.
(We put the plywood up on the gate to keep the little monster from escaping, until she's too big to squeeze through.)
Isn't that color amazing?
Speaking of the little monster, I had better throw in a couple pictures of her, too.
Miss Libby, my little trouble maker.
She's learning, though.
She asked to go potty outside twice today, so that's BIG progress.
She's a sweet little thing, in spite of her puppy woes.
So that's it for this week.
The Dad turns the big 4-8 tomorrow.
Then it's Halloween.
Then it's Christmas.
Ha!
Have a fantastic weekend!
