When Miles and I moved into our home in 2000, we had a bare front yard. He created a lovely landscape design (birches, a dry creek bed, lovely ground covers), but we still needed a boundary between us and the street.
At first Miles proposed a solid fence. I couldn’t go there. While I wanted a clear sense of inside and outside, of public and private, having a boundary that couldn’t be seen through felt wrong. Instead of making me feel safe, it made me feel vulnerable, as though I needed a big wall between me and the outside world. (more…)