Wisteria and a Boring Fence

In a far corner of our property stood the biggest, chunkiest, blankest piece of 10-foot fence you ever did see.  At the west end of it grows a wisteria, stymied by a lack of handholds for its curly, ambitious tendrils.

So this weekend I took a heap of deadfall and recently-trimmed limbs and applied it to the bland pressure-treated fence using 3-1/2 inch screws.  Then I wove fresh, still-leafy branches horizontally through the vertical limbs to create the un-boring texture of wattle-and-daub without the daub.

Some would say I made the fence uglier, but they will need to rethink their opinions in May when the wisteria has something to clamber over in the riotous spirit of Spring.