Wednesday, February 20, 2013

Walking the fence line

There are chores that I love to do, like walking the fence line.

We walk the fence line looking for broken fences, fallen trees that may have snapped the wires,  posts that have been pushed over...just general upkeep.

But there is so much more to find than broken fences, it is a time to slow down a little bit and just walk the perimeter of the place.  Get reacquainted with the boundaries.

Walking the fence line can be associated with everyday life. 

We all have our boundaries, sometimes they need to be taken down,  sometimes they need to be reinforced.  Maybe just a little adjusting will do.

If we put up too many boundaries we miss the beauty that lies outside our perimeter.  We might miss an extraordinary event or place that we only dream of.
We might miss meeting new friends, neighbors and others with similar interests and loves.

If we don't tend to our boundaries and let them all fall to the ground, we run the risk of letting in things and people that can ruin our well tended intentions.  One that might turn our lives upside down and give us angst.

I have found while walking the fence line, that if a little patching is done to give our boundaries strength, yet can yield, it can stop the unwanted intruder, but give a right-a-way to beautiful creatures that may want to stop by.

It is always a good idea to check the fence line, to keep it in good repair.  Strengthen where needed, patch if necessary and even put in a gate that opens both ways.

So, I like to walk the fence line.  It gives me a good lesson on my own boundaries.

Hopefully my boundaries are strong enough to weather the storms and yielding enough to let the beautiful in.....

Have a lovely day!


Barbara Wiggins said...

You know I love your pictures, each and every one of them. This post was beautiful...the words and photos..<3 Barbara

Bead and Needle said...

I absolutely love this post. And, I think I would be out actually walking that fence line all the time - the Red Tail Hawks are spectacular...I have one here, time to time. A few weeks ago, he was sitting up on the light on the highway - we watch pretty carefully because we have one pup that is only 8 lbs. (we also have fence jumping coyotes that walk over to cars when you drive in the neighborhood at night and stop and whistle them over - silly city coyotes!). Hope the remainder of your week is fabulous, Cindy - I know it will be - wish I was there. Tanya

oldgreymare said...

Damn girl! This is good <3

Olive said...

Hoe gorgeous your photos are Cindy. Also your fence metaphors for life...

Privet and Holly said...

Fabulous. I'd like
to hug this whole
post to my chest
so I could give it
a big hug and store
it away as a big old

Happy Wednesday,
xo Suzanne

TexWisGirl said...

pure poetry accompanied by rural beauty. :)

Low Tide High Style said...

Such a beautiful metaphor Cindy, with even more beautiful images! I used to walk the fence line with my grandfather...what wonderful memories this brings back!


amy of four corners design said...

fabulous! you need to writing for someone...this needs to be in Artful Blogging...if you won't submit, maybe I'll do it for you - more people need to know about Fat Cow Studio!

Anonymous said...

Cindy this is a beautiful post. Your words and photos make me think and smile. Wise words my friend. Take care. Hug B

Jackie said...

Amazing words and photos, I think all my fences have been in a tornado, I think I may need to do some mending! Thanks for the reminder! Loved it!

Carole said...

A great metaphor for life. I love your images but the one with the cows walking in line is precious.


Anonymous said...

I don't know what I love most, Cindy. Your beautiful photography, or your words. If I had to pick, I'd say...
BOTH - TOGETHER! I love your uplifting and enlightening posts.

Kit said...

Such a wonderful post! :) Kit

Romeo said...

Great post - both in pictures and words!!! You rock!

Hugs and purrs,

"her" and Romeo

Theresa said...

I loved this... a good message for all of us! love,t.xooxox