I did not use preservative on the bamboo sleeve fence I designed as the installer had suggested. I decided I preferred to let it weather naturally. In 2010, it was still holding up. It drew the eye to the glacial scraped granite outcrop at the center of my backyard. In winter, it captured snow.
By 2017, the outer post had begun to disintegrate at the top. But the lace leaf maple behind the fence was making a more substantial visual statement of its own. In 2019, I decided to give the fence one more year.
In May 2020, it was time. I removed the fence without regrets. A few days later I noticed light streaming from where the ledge drops off behind the tea hut. With the cool weather, the oaks had not yet leafed out. Perhaps light always filers through like that this time of year. But with the fence in place, it had not registered. Noticing what is capable of inspiring wonder seems particularly important in these dire times.
I wanted the fence to separate the sunken garden behind the tea hut – to keep it special. Now a magical light radiated as if the spirit of the place had grown so strong it could no longer be contained.