I know it’s just a fence, but it pleases me every time I see it – obviously the stained, flaky old paint with two big black hand-prints from some comedic kid had been irritating me even though I was used to it (secretly I liked the black hand-prints too…)
This is better though – just simple and clean, raccoon-print taupey-gray though it looks lighter here, and with the postbox at the very beginning of the fence where the steps go down to the water, instead of jammed into the entry.
…and the inside, clean and white! See the before, http://cabinonthewater.blogspot.com/2010/07/cobwebs.html
I took away all the hanging galvanised pots (I have plans for the cactus), and the handsome tree trunk, and I raked, a major task as the pesky privet drops all the time, leaves, blossom and berries. On the theory that any tree is better than no tree, I let them live.
I love the way this feels private, even secret.
So: no big deal, just a quiet pleasure. With all the enormous momentous exciting things coming up right now business-wise, it is very grounding to be pleased by a neat fence. Eat your heart out Aunt Polly.