Fences have disappeared from the Midwest prairie. Farm style evolved into far and wide and unobstructed–all the better to plow and combine.When the barbed wire fences of the flat-land prairies came down, the negative consequences emerged. Errosion became more of a problem as wind-cutting tree lines and fence rows disappeared. Wildlife also suffered as fence rows provide natural cover for nesting as well as food sources. In our attempts to fully-utilize resources, do we lose intrinsic benefits? I see a metaphore of inter-personal relationships emerging… Boundaries are a good thing. Fences DO make for good neighbors. Boundaries define expectations and enforce personal space. Fences define responsibility. Clearly, everything on my side is mine to maintain. The grass on the other side is none of my business, whether greener or uncut. I love fences–their security, their garden beauty, their definition.
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