This is the view from my back deck at home.
We have an acre and a half – bordered by woods with a creek that you see in the drop-off area in the back.
The creek is the dividing property line between us, and our neighbors behind us.
I LOVE that there are no fences.
It reminds me of when I was little, living in Minnetonka, Minnesota, and there were no fences in the neighborhood I grew up in. I still remember the name of the street – The Strand, near Groveland Elementary where I attended kindergarten, 1st and part way through 2nd grades.
In my neighborhood of “no fences” the kids were able to run free from yard to yard to yard, kicking balls, playing on each other’s swing sets or digging in sandboxes, even so much as picking rhubarb straight from the garden, dipping the ends into the sugar bowl offered by my mom from the kitchen, and we’d munch away, dipping and chewing the sour goodness in a world without fences.