Lessons from my fence

My life is blessed for many reasons, one of which is the house I live in. I’m one of the lucky people whose backyard borders a patch of land the city has chosen not to develop. A quick walk out my back gate and I have a lovely park for my dogs. On early mornings, I have the gentle rustle of trees to keep me company as I have my first cop of tea.

The downside has been the same as the upside: the trees. Over the course of two decades, they have grown, lush, full, gorgeous…and leaned on the fenc...