The White Garden in Repose

You choose some projects; some projects choose you. We knew that the fence along the back of the White Garden was in disrepair when we moved in, but the extent of its decrepitude couldn’t be fully appreciated until we went through a few seasons and watched several panels fall to the ground. Some of it was nailed to rotting posts, and in some places our predecessors had just wired it to an obliging sapling. Even a cursory brush clearing exercise put the whole structure in peril. At 150 feet, the concept of clearing the land, demolishing the old fence, carting it away, and building a new barrier hung like a Sword of Damocles over Willow Greens Farm.

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