In our house, fencing has two meanings: the stuff I do with swords (Renaissance style) and the stuff we both do with posts and wire and clamshell posthole diggers and shovels and so on. Often my husband works on fence alone. I have books to write. When he’s sick or injured, the fence projects languish…and sometimes it’s just too hot to get out there.
Winter is a fine time to work on fence, and he’s been busy on the west end fence since some windstorms dropped trees on it.