Fence Week continued

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I grew up in suburbia where, if there was a fence, it was invariably a derelict paling fence with a choko vine or passionfruit vine growing over it, generally not in as good condition as . . . 

Chokos, for the uninitiated, are a vegetable that hang on vines and look like this:

They’re usually served cooked with butter spread over them . . .

. . .  but, in the words of Crocodile Dundee . . .

I was put in mind of those early days when I discovered that the neighbor on the other side of our rear fence had decided to repair the fence.  I don’t know those neighbors, have never met them.  The way the neighbor fixed the fence was by taking down the palings and instead affixing old gates that he must have obtained somewhere . . .

Those are Kate's compost bins in front

It also brings to mind Robert Frost quoting his next door owner in his poem Mending Wall: ”Good fences make good neighbours.”

Perhaps today there are still old paling fences in suburbia with choko vines, perhaps people even eat chokos, though a passionfruit vine on the fence would be far preferable . . .

Fences have evolved since those days, here are some decorated fences for inspiration, wonder if I should tackle my back fence . . .

Marbles inserted into holes