Staining the fence....

14 hours later (not all in one day but three) the fence is stained. 

I almost said, "The

heck with it!"  

But I didn't. I persevered. 

Why?  My flower beds are an ever changing- growing- headache/delight. They are hard work. The fence has been there for possibly 15 years. I love the fence. It keeps what I want in- in. And what I want out- out. It adds a border to my flower  beds. 

And...

Someday....

When the grands come I will wander through the flower beds and little pathways- and keep the grands fenced in!