Fences and Neighbors—like Robert Frost, I’m just sayin’

In Belfast, they call it being “pass remarkable” and I know it is a bad thing. I try not to be pass remarkable, but sometimes, whatever it is just needs to be said. In this case, I must pass a remark or two about my neighbor’s new fence. And electric gates. And 24 hour security lighting. In Itchy Ankle, of all places.

 Today, I remarked on the foolishness of these gates, pointing out that anyone who wanted to trespass could easily gain access not by the road, but from the water. It was on the tip of my tongue to say ” I would wade over to break in, just to spite them, but I am pretty sure these people have nothing I value” when another neighbor, more charitably, said “Maybe they don’t want to keep us out, maybe they want to keep their animals in” Well, maybe so, if they have creatures more typically found on the Masai Mara than in the average Anne Arundel county home.

The rest of us manage to contain children, pets and oldies in check without the aid of portcullis and sweeper spotlights. The rest of us have a sense of porportion and scale and the rightness of things.

I shall not pass a remark on the photos below, except to say the subjects can all be found within yards of each other in Itchy Ankle. My fenceless yard is featured. So is animal-owner Marilyn’s. And Peggoty’s. And the new neighbors’. I leave it to you to guess which one is which.

             

About Liz Barron

US Peace Corps Volunteer in Armenia. Permanent address in Washington DC. Deep roots in Northern Ireland and persistent Belfast accent. Blogger,cook, mother, grandma, Scrabble-player and enthusiastic world traveler.
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One Response to Fences and Neighbors—like Robert Frost, I’m just sayin’

  1. Doris says:

    My goodness. Such precautions are not good for the soul. They are a monument to fear, Blabs.

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