My father-in-law was known to his grandchildren, nieces & nephews as TaTa.  His headstone even has it engraved on it. 

35 years ago, when he and my MIL bought this property where we call home, they had the survey conducted and put up a fence around most of the property.  Over the years, the wild hogs, deer and other varmints did their best to work that fence loose, but they didn’t quite succeed.  About five years ago, a new owner purchased the property to the east of us and took it upon himself to replace the fence.  My MIL was NOT happy, and she marched out and told him so.  Not just that, but the survey pins disappeared, and that made her even more unhappy.

This summer, the ‘new’ owner finally finished the fence he’d started to rebuild, and now he’s been busy hiring crews to fix his driveway and I believe he’s having a well drilled, too.  Or perhaps it’s a wastewater treatment system.  I don’t know as I’ve not been over there, but I can certainly hear the rock-hammer pounding away at the rock all day long!

Anyway, this ball of barbed (to us Texan’s, it’s bobbed) wire has been gracing the side of his front gate for some time, and it wasn’t until just recently that I realized it was TaTa’s fence!  I think it makes quite a statement, especially since his is the first piece of property on our lane.  It’s a testament to all of the work TaTa put into this land, and how that work can be replaced – but, the beauty of the tangible fence can be used as art.  LOVE it!