It's confusing, I know.
Today the welders came and put in old fencing--some of which belonged to the house and some of which was matched at the iron salvage place--and an old gate with newel posts.
It's funny--but looking at them makes me almost giddy.
They also make me feel better about the too-clean bluestone. Somehow it's all starting to come together...and once the beds are planted? Whoo Boy!