Farm fences are built to keep domestic animals in their place. Some may be fleet of foot and able to jump fences or as one young bull would do; lower his head, rush the fence and knock it over or punch a hole in it. His legs were too short and he adapted his escape strategy.
When ‘the old guy’ and I lived in the country we had two rail fences that were strictly for aesthetics. They were open on both ends. One had an arbor with climbing honeysuckle welcoming people into the garden.
With our move into town we have a smart, black, chain-link fence running along the back of the lawns of homes on our street. I could not resist the temptation to create a flower bed along our stretch of the fence. This year I have been rewarded with a lovely purple clematis, growing on a trellis placed against the fence. My beloved hostas are not doing well due to a killer frost and extreme cold in the late spring but there is always next year. On the outside of the fence trees and shrubs grow giving us the illusion of still being in the country. A wild rose bush peeks through the chain-link. Wild strawberries intrude on the flower bed and I am leaving them to mature. There will never be enough of them to preserve or make a pie but nothing tastes sweeter than a small handful of wild strawberries on a summer day.
Fences come in many configurations and serve a multitude of purposes but I love my little, black, chain-link fence with it’s garden best of all.