--- In [email protected], "authfriend" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: > > --- In [email protected], TurquoiseB <no_reply@> wrote: > > > > --- In [email protected], "Patrick Gillam" <jpgillam@> > > wrote: > > > > > > In skimming the newsletter, I saw reference to > > > the fences around the "fortune-creating" > > > homes. The vastuu fences reminded me of > > > something in a book I just finished, *The Ladies' > > > No. 1 Detective Agency." Apparently, in Botswana, > > > it's customary for a home to have a knee-high > > > fence around it. When visitors approach the home, > > > they stop at the fence and hail the inhabitants, > > > rather than walk up to the door and knock. I > > > detected a similarity between this African fencing > > > custom and the vastuu fences of Sthapatya-vedic homes. > > > > ...the Prince Prospero was happy and dauntless and > > sagacious. When his dominions were half depopulated, > > he summoned to his presence a thousand hale and light- > > hearted friends from among the knights and dames of > > his court, and with these retired to the deep > > seclusion of one of his castellated abbeys. This was > > an extensive and magnificent structure, the creation > > of the prince's own eccentric yet august taste. A > > strong and lofty wall girdled it in. This wall had > > gates of iron. The courtiers, having entered, brought > > furnaces and massy hammers and welded the bolts. They > > resolved to leave means neither of ingress or egress > > to the sudden impulses of despair or of frenzy from > > within. The abbey was amply provisioned. With such > > precautions the courtiers might bid defiance to > > contagion. The external world could take care of > > itself. In the meantime it was folly to grieve, or > > to think. The prince had provided all the appliances > > of pleasure. There were buffoons, there were > > improvisatori, there were ballet-dancers, there > > were musicians, there was Beauty, there was wine. > > All these and security were within. Without was > > the "Red Death." > > > > -- from "The Masque of the Red Death," by Edgar Allen Poe > > Gosh, that would be devastating, Barry, if > it weren't for the fact that the fences in > question are either picket fences about three > feet high, or posts spaced at intervals with > only a bar connecting them at the top, and a > gap in the fence in front of the house's > entrance that doesn't even have a gate to > close it. > > Oopsie!
We had plans for a gorgeous stucco vastu fence, but realizing the expense would be ridiculous, we opted for 4x4 posts and half-inch manila rope. What's really great is that while it does satisfy the requirements for a vastu fence (translation: Petra is happy), I can step over it, and the yard cart can roll under it (translation: I am happy.)
