Remember when it looked like this?
Now, it looks like this:
People - more than one! - stop by to tell me how much they like it. There's one guy on our street who stops by to poke fun at the fence, but I let that slide off my back; so far, nothing has died, I've spent hardly anything, and dammit, I like my fence.
I get a little thrill each time I'm outside, or look out the window. I think to myself, 'I made this!'
It's a good feeling.