This may be the year of the gates. I have nothing against a well-made ‘farmer’s gate’ of whatever wire matches the fence, especially in locations that don’t see a lot of through traffic. Unfortunately, most of the farmer’s gates here at the farm aren’t that manageable for a middle-aged gal with wimpy muscles. So I’ve made a list of gates to replace, as time and funds permit.
First on the list was this one between the cow pasture and the field where the greenhouse, orchard, and big garden are located. This was a life-changing event. I smiled. I might even have done a little dance out there in the sunlight as I considered the sheer volume of time and aggravation this new gate will spare me in the coming growing season.
Life is good.