Spent this weekend removing the fence that was broken by the falling trees from the ice storm. Yep, the old fence had to go. It was fourteen years old, rotten, and patched way too many times. Meter readers had gone over the top of it. One armadillo and a countless horde of gophers had drilled under it. This is it on the trailer ready for its great ride to the garbage transfer station.
My neighbor just had her 90th birthday. She really didn't like that old fence. It took all day, but with the help of her grandsons, we put up the new one, installed the gates and everything. Here it is.