The story is real, of what this house has endured, the love and neglect and rebirth. We haven't found evidence to corroborate the great local story of the local sheriff's department sneaking through the cornfields to spy on the pot growers who lived here in the '70s, but I'm sure it's here somewhere.
Front yard on the day we got the keys |
Looking out from the back stoop, you will see tiny lights miles away as the freeway cuts north, and everything else is open space. We've got the garden and some fruit trees within the yard and the Royals (the glorious 65-70 ft trees) dot the perimeter. There is no question that the Valley Oaks with their majestic and broad canopy are the most impressive, but my favorite tree is the Halloween looking Black Locust with its gnarled branches and crusty rough bark.
All this is a reminder that changes here tend to last. And so when we approached the idea of a perimeter fence it was quickly decided that it would have to balance and
www.arusticgarden.com |
There are no lights or sidewalks, and to clearly mark the entrance we will install a split rail fence along the road that turns up the drive. We've been saving two big metal wheels for end accents there.
There'll be a sweet territorial fence separating the adjacent property. Saplings with bark at different heights to create a focal point out of the kitchen and dining room windows. A house is just on the other side, a companion family home that is in distress, and is someone's project home and unoccupied.
Morning sky from the front yard |
That's on the docket for spring. We are having some rebuilding done of the front stairs and possibly adding a wider deck entry front and back, but we'll see how it goes. Praying for rain. Still.