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”time . . . it’s waiting in the wings”
fences
when i first moved to new york back in the early 80’s i was an angry young man with very little discipline– i lived with my father for a couple of years and to help out around the place he would give me “chores” to occupy my time– at that point in my life i was a stranger to the joys of physical labor and for humor one day my father told me to build a short fence for the driveway out of telephone poles– he was normally away during the week working and so one sunday he gave me a chainsaw and said that he would see me in a week–
with a young mans anger i made a one rail fence by splitting the poles into two rails and then cutting eyes out of smaller lengths for the rails to rest in– years later my father had removed the fence and i asked him one day for the poles and he was happy to see them go apparently not recalling the battle that we had fought nor the symbolic meaning that the poles had to me–
i had the fence where it stands today for many years yet took it down last year in a demonstrative physical statement that i was tearing down fences and walls (there used to be fences that i built all around the property)– after looking at the poles laying by the barn for a year i have decided to return these to their place around the tiger-lilies– the tiger-lilies are just starting to peek out from beneath the leaves–
emergence?
we have been here for over 10 years and have watched the lilacs return each year with little thought given to their ongoing survival– we have planted other varieties on occasions– some have failed and some have prospered– however, the munching that took place this winter has been till now unprecedented– reminds me lightly of the pigeons from the oak ridge farm– little bastards sure can eat– well, a picture for posterity–

