So here's a funny story... Stan was coming to pick me up for the drive to Stellafane last month. He knows how to get to our house - drive up Shore Road and then turn right on to Laurel Avenue, and drive uphill until you see the small white picket fence on the right. Only guess what? The fence was so overgrown with ferns and vines, that he almost couldn't see the fence! He finally saw a few white pickets through the vines, and knew it was our house. It was funny when he told me that story!
So today I decided it was time to make our house "findable" again for Stan! I got out the hedge trimmer and cut in front of the fence and behind it and under it. Then Kathy came out and helped rake and bag the clippings, and now you can see the whole fence. Shame on me for not trimming this a month ago!
5 comments:
You did an amazing trim job, Ken!!! We have completely given up on trimming our big hedge and now have to rely on the yard guys to take on that task. I admire your energy and work ethic for such a big clean-up project! Babs
Wow, looks great. I can find your house now!-- Stan
Great job Ken, but with all the photos I have seen on the front bank in the past I don't remember seeing a fence.
Joan
Hahaha! I had the same reaction as Joan. I don't remember your picket fence. It looks wonderful all cleaned up - great job! Good story!! betsey
That picket fence has been there for at least 40 years... :-) I will look for some older photographs of it!
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