The challenge this week from Sepia Saturday for me is fences. I don't like fences. I understand the need for fences, especially in tight neighborhoods, but if at all possible I prefer to see no fences, especially fences with barbed wire.
More and more people have been putting up fences where I live. A crazy neighbor fenced in her five acres because she said people, strangers, were coming up from the park onto her property. But she told me she'd put in a gate so I could come visit. Later I discovered that she didn't actually fence the entire five acres. She did fence the property line between our acreage, but the place where the strangers came from…unfenced. Go figure.
Wineries are starting to fence in their vineyards because of the growing problem of grape theft. It's a horrible sight. I hate it, but I understand them wanting to keep their profits. Still, the vineyards are starting to look like prison camps.
This is Cowboy Dick. I'm guessing this little buckaroo didn't cotton much to fences.
I hear ya Dick. I hear ya. This song's for you and anyone else who prefers to go fence-less.