Last week, after I left the gym, I decided to take a different route to get home. It was now nearly mid-morning and for some reason, I thought about that fence I'd spotted a few weeks ago. There's something about wooden fences that I like. Is it the wood? Is it that they remind me of days gone by? I honestly don't know.
However, I'm sure that these fences were once used to coral farm animals and not tall bunches of beautiful, lush grasses.