May I present the
first in a series of long-overdue Fencebroke fortifications.
I may? Oh, good.
Here it is:
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Glorious, is it
not? All hail the beautiful, brilliant, and most fearsome Queen of
Carpentry, the Duchess of Design, the Empress of Structural
Engineering, the High Wizardess of Woodworking, the Baronness of …
er, Board-Cutting. I can never remember all her titles. But I sure am
glad I married her. (Which marriage, come to think of it, probably
grants me the corresponding male titles for all those things.
Awesome.)
Anyway, we now
have a fully-functioning gate/arbor/portcullis to both ward off
fearsome raiders from the South (always after our strawberries,
livestock, and stores of grain) and hide the yard waste bin from
view. Which is also important. And there will be grapes grown upon
it. Although … now that I think about it, those grapes are going to
look mighty tempting to all those raiders who have been foiled from
entering the lands of Fencebroke proper. They may just satisfy
themselves with pillaging the Great Grape Gate. We might need another
gate to protect the Grape Gate from raiders. Ooh! That would give us
somewhere to grow kiwis! But, then the raiders …
Well, I did say
that this was the first in a series of fortifications. Now, if
you'll excuse me, I've got to entreat that Queen of mine to whip up a
few more gates.
