When I purchased the Burrow, the previous homeowner had fenced off only the back portion of the back yard. It was very perplexing. As someone who has always had dogs and wanted one of my own, the thought of having to trek down the hill to the fence just to let the doggo out was not pleasant.
I borrowed my dad’s post-holer, got out my own shovel, prepared to get really filthy, and got to work. Now, this project was spread out over a couple of weeks because I did it all on my own. And then the last little bit waited even longer because… well, because it required math..lots of math. So, I enlisted the help of my dad (my resident science/math genius)!!
I am an English teacher after all.
I was very lucky that the fence posts had not been set in concrete. It still took a LOT of work to dig them up and loosen them enough to remove them from the ground. There’s not much to describe here as it literally just took time and muscle. The following photo is a before and after of the removal of the fence, and as you can see, it was taken in different seasons!
As soon as the fence was removed from the ground, I began to plan the placement of the fence posts. I used a string (ugly pink yarn, actually) to keep the fence in the right line and I began to use the manual post-holer to dig the holes for posts (didya get the Firefly reference!? Best show in all the ‘verse)!
Now, I’d never used a post-holer before and let me just tell you…. your shoulders and arms will be on FIRE when you’re finished! There is something gratifying in the soreness, though.
OH- make sure you wear gloves, or there will be blisters…many blisters.
As I removed the dirt with the post-holer, I made the decision to keep the dirt in an empty trash can. It kept it from spreading out and when I was ready to tamper the dirt in around the post, all I had to do was scoop it out of the can. MUCHO simple.
I was very fortunate that I just had just enough fence posts and pickets to complete all but one section of the relocation. And that section was the dreaded math section. It was the one bit that went up the little hill.
Do you see how complicated that looks? It required angles and cuts and complex measurements… Well… complex for me : D
I am a lucky girl indeed that my dad is not only incredibly smart, but a dab hand with all things tool related. When he came down, he had this taken care of in a very short amount of time. He thought up brilliant ways to make the work less challenging and more efficient and soon, the pickets went up that little hill on the most perfect incline imaginable.
My mom helped me paint the sucker and pretty soon I had a lovely WIDE OPEN back yard for June and I to run around to our hearts’ content.
Much better, right?!
The Burrow was built in 1929, so it has a semi-creepy, slightly damp 1929…
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