Driving home every day, I pass this house.
There is nothing special about the house, just a regular unassuming little place, with a mildly unkempt garden.
Still, the house itself is irrelevant, what is of note, was the fence, or rather the building of the fence.
To begin with there was just the house and it’s mildly unkempt garden. Then day by day, small changes appeared, by small, I mean tiny, literally one post a day would go up. Then once the posts had been placed, the panels between each post were placed in.
I looked forward to driving past the house everyday, seeing a little more progress, each day getting more of a hint of what the final picture would be.
I knew eventually this slow evolution of fence would come to its completion, and there would be no more changes to look forward to. Yet, yesterday afternoon, when all the posts erected, all the panels attached and the final coat of paint had gone on, I couldn’t help but feel slightly disappointed. » Read more…