There's no place like home.

There's no place like home.
Home is where my husband and I reside; wherever that may be.

Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Maximum security?

Way back when my kids were little my husband and I decided that this little yard behind our house was the perfect place for them to play.  So we planted trees around it (we actually moved large maple trees with the backhoe) and fenced the yard in so that they would be safe from the farm machinery that was constantly moving about. 

Many years of play have passed and the fence is long gone from that yard.  Now a new generation is in need of safety from the same machinery driven by the very children who were protected by the previous fencing.  So MK decided to recitfy the situation with materials that we had here on the farm, money being tight and all.

She employed the help of Matthew and Alex to help errect the cattle and hog panels that we had leftover from fencing in pigs in years past and surrounded the yard with them.  Then, before the whole yard was fenced in she persuaded Matthew, it didn't take much persuasion, to use the backhoe to move the swingset into the enclosure.

As with any job around this place nothing is just straight forward.  There was a lot of shouting, adjusting, and just plain high jinx involved in the exact placement of the swingset.

Eventually the job was done though and now Layn has a properly fenced in yard complete with swingset, sandbox, and a hole in the ground suitable for crashing his trucks in.  The picnic table is in there so that grandma and auntie can take their schoolwork out and sit with him on fine days.  The yard is ideally situated so that when his daddy is working in the shop Layn has a ringside seat to all that is going on.  Bring on the newest generation they will be safe and sound in the middle of all that is going on.

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