So I'm trying to maintain my positive attitude which was a little shaky anyway when I walked through the door with my train home LATE AGAIN after an eight hour day looking out the window of my corporate office onto a flat, gray wall of concrete. And it's not like the dog did it on purpose...
I guess we may have to move to plan B, and build a gate before we get too carried away with planting too much more stuff. We managed to work out how to join redgum sleepers together so perhaps a gate will not be too much of a technical leap...and I can slowly erase the painful memories of wood working class in year 7 when I tried to make a truck out of wood and it turned into an uneven crate with uneven wheels held on by match sticks...interesting the things we hang onto from our childhood.

