The Plan

Posted by Rebecca

When I moved into the pink trailer last spring the little yard had an industrial looking chicken-wire fence with steel posts.  Not exactly what I had in mind, but I didn’t want to spend the money on a new fence just yet.  So the plan was to get some bamboo fencing to attach to the existing chicken-wire and posts, in order to get some privacy, and hold me over till next year.  Brilliant, right?  Inexpensive, kind of cute, keeps the dog in….

(Before, and shortly after the move.)

Kara helped me with the bamboo and a pile of zip ties one Sunday afternoon.  After a few hours it was complete and didn’t look too bad.  It would do the job. 

(See?  Bamboo.)

Tuesday morning a storm blew into town.  We get a ton of wind in Reno, but this was no ordinary windy day.  This was the kind of windy day that knocks branches off of hundred-year-old trees, that flips over semi trucks on the 395, that causes tumbleweeds to get out their windbreakers.  I sat at work all day wondering if I would still have a trailer to come home to.  It didn’t seem possible that my aluminum walls could withstand this type of force. 

When I finally got home, the trailer was fine.  My 1-1/2-day-old fence, however, was not.  The bamboo hadn’t shredded, the zip ties hadn’t been ripped from the chicken-wire, and the wind hadn’t bent the steel posts… but it had, in fact, snapped the steel posts clean off at the base. 

The plan had changed.  Forget this bamboo fence stuff; I decided I would have to have someone help me build a real fence.  The kind that people who live in houses have.  In the meantime, I had to remove all the bamboo and prop up the chicken-wire with plastic chairs so that the dog wouldn’t wander off.  Pretty classy, indeed.

I had bought some lawn furniture at Home Depot that week, and it was being delivered in a few days.  It was my trailer-warming gift to myself and I had splurged a little.  When the delivery guys came to drop it off I was so embarrassed.  First, I lived in a trailer, and had not come to terms with it yet, and second, my yard was sporting a white trash fence made of chicken-wire and plastic chairs.  They made small talk and laughed nervously at my self-deprecating trailer jokes, and as soon as they dumped off my new Martha Stewart brand set, they got the heck out of dodge.  I can only imagine their conversation during the ride back to the store.  I wonder what the final wager was for how long my new furniture would last behind that kind of fence in that kind of neighborhood.

Well, thankfully the lawn furniture is still there, and I now have a real-people fence, and I also have a new plan for my yard.  I’m thinking a Tuscan inspired dining area with hanging lights and foliage, ready for lots of evenings of eating and drinking and lounging with the people I love.  What do you think? 

This is what I have in mind:

(After, for now, but the wheels for The new Plan are turning.)

Rebecca

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Somehow I ended up in a single-wide trailer, in Reno, Nevada. And somehow I love it. Here is where I tell my story about my trailer, and my passion for small space living, photography, travelling, and running.

3 thoughts on “The Plan

  1. I am really fasinated by all of your ideas and love seeing the “before & afters”!! Your “tuscan” patio sounds like a cozy & romantic atmosphere!! I love hanging lights!! Can’t wait to see the outcome, and I wouldn’t mind having a glass of wine in your lovely back yard one of these days. 🙂 YOU GO , GIRL!!!

    • Thanks Irma! I’m so excited to be getting the yard figured out. The brick patio is in the works, and landscaping plans are full swing. I will definitely have you over for a glass of wine soon! : )
      Rebecca

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