View from the North 40: Pasture fencing as a mixed metaphor

At the point my friend, Kerri, asked me last weekend what I was doing, I was at the tipping point into the realm of too tired to make words happen, so I let my cellphone camera do the talking, snapped a photo and hit send.

I’m so modern and tech-savvy.

Kerri messaged back: “What am I looking at?”

What? Duh.

She wanted my tired brain to type words using my overworked and blocky peasant fingers on this cellphone’s teeny tiny screen-typewriter? Sure, my photo wasn’t a professional glamour shot but it was a perfectly accurate capture of the repair-in-progress of a corner brace in my fenceline.

She...