by Ashley Weeks Cart
Last week a split rail fence for Cartwheel Farm was completed. Hallelujah!
Now the dogs are safely contained. The kids are safely contained. And the pack of foxes and deer and various other critters that surround our little plot of land have an obstacle to overcome before they gain access to our veggie gardens and flock of hens.
I wasn’t sure how the fence was going to impact the overall look of the property, but I must say, I’m absolutely loving it.
The land where we do most of our playing, gardening and living is now defined and contained in a perfectly appropriate (read: country) way.
We have a stream that runs alongside the property, and the fence runs right along its path, keeping the kids from potential accident and the dogs from a lifetime of muddy paws.
There was an article published in The Wall Street Journal last week claiming that the “meadow” was the new lawn. Well, James and I are ahead of the trend, my friends!
Shabby, chic is our middle name, in fact.
Besides the area contained by the new fence, the rest of Cartwheel Farm is overgrown with meadows. My goal is to sow wild flower seeds this fall (yep, just like the Lupine Lady, Miss Rumphius) so that next spring and summer these shabby, chic meadows are more chic than shabby. Or at least more colorful.
Mostly we’re trying to save ourselves the six hours of mow time it takes to tend to the lawn given that we only have a push mower in our possession. James has dreams of a riding mower, but that sits pretty far down our list of needs for the place.
Home ownership is just one never ending TO DO list, eh?
As my mother always comments, “Man who finish house, die.”
Looks like James and I will live forever, then!
Photos: Courtesy of James Whaley Cart