Bill and I went up to the farm on Sunday. Our mission: build an electric fence. Except neither of us, prior to Sunday, had even the slightest clue of how to do that. The sum total of my knowledge (being the more “expert” of the two of us, having once been tangled in a fencer in Ireland – Ouch. Ouch. Ouch.) was whatever I could read on the internet on the way up in the car.
I know that’s not a lot to go on, but I’m the adventuresome sort – I’ll give it a shot and figure it out as I go along.
This is the part of the play where the friends step in, and turn it from tragedy to victory. Bill and I did all the measuring, got everything squared up – I did some geometry… Then we set to hammering posts.
That refused to be hammered in.
Seems Mr. Tenant (he moved the backhoe bucket, by the way) filled in this area over a decade ago with recycled milled asphalt to make it easier to manoeuver his big excavation business equipment. Still, the spot is high and dry, and an altogether perfect spot to situate the bee yard.
We gave up on the sledge hamers, and started digging. Wow. Tough stuff.
And then, like knights in shining… pickup truck, arrived friends, JC and Deb. They have built lots of electric fences. Within two hours, that bad boy was done and hot!
They are the riches of my life – my friends. The unflagging support of Billy (natch!), Donna, JC, Deb, Mat, Chris, Carmine, Roman, Laura, Bob, Lisa, Harry, Marieanne, Sevario, and so many others. My friends make me a wealthy woman.