After some dickering over the size (he thought it was HUGE, but misunderstood where it would go--not the front yard, but along the side of our house) and position (more on that later), he drew up a plan and gave me instructions to sell a kidney on the black market and buy cedar from a lumber yard.
As you can see, the fence got around 4 of 5 of my raised beds. Positioning the fence a different way required moving or cutting down a spruce tree. Unacceptable. Moving a raised bed is much easier. After frost, I'll dig it out, lug it back into a new spot inside the garden, and fill it in with dirt for spring planting. Meanwhile, those beans, cukes and squashes are sitting outside the fence sort of banished. Not part of the veggie clique on the other side of that wall o' cedar.
Then we ran out of boards, energy and time, so Dad said he'd come back some day and finish the last stretch and build a gate. It's kind of marvelous inside that fence. Like a room of my very own, closed off from the world, full of green and the smell of cedar mixed with basil. I'll have one bed of strawberries, one of asparagus, some blueberry bushes and plenty of space to grow the rest of what we like to eat: beans, peas, squash, zucchini, carrots, peppers, beets, tomatoes and onions. I plan to put in a little seating area towards the back and attach some hanging baskets to the fence.
I have grand plans to landscape around the outside, too. The bottom edge is 1/2 inch mesh to ventilate the wood so it won't rot quickly. The mesh keeps burrowers out, and let me tell you, it was beastly to cut and attach. That stuff has sharp edges and cutting it and stapling it to the bottom of the fence was a two-person job. We worried more about keeping the top of the fence looking nice and level, reasoning that no one would look much at the bottom once I get everything planted inside and out.
While we worked on my "outdoor" room, Mr. D's