A Fall in the Garden (not that garden)

Dear Diary,

Life is full of lessons. Some you really don’t even want to know. I learned never to hang the gate hooks on the fence like this… and if I do then NEVER touch or lean on any part of the fence, NOT EVEN those parts that don’t have electric wire on them. This may include the neighbors fence, I’m not sure but am taking no chances.


I fell in the garden, yes full on fell down, face in the ground, laid out. I tripped over some electric wire. The same wire I trip over everyday, I just don’t usually fall there.The only injury, fortunately and sadly, was the death of three green bean and two corn plants.

I promptly got to my feet and went to lean on the fence to catch my breath and composure and shockingly found myself being electrocuted from elbow to armpit, across my chest, then to other armpit and elbow. This portion of fence has not one electric wire crossing it but I can say with certainty that looking in the direction of the chicken run from the garden the electric current does in fact run from left to right in about 2 second pulses that would cause an 1800 pound buffalo to jump away.

I do not remember exactly but I must have screamed, “Why??? Why is this happening?!!??!!…”

Chris, who had been standing by silently watching all this unfold, answered in his monotone way, “because you hung the gate hooks on the fence”. 😶


Oh how I love his no nonsense ways. That strong silent type that never reacts but waits to see what is the best course of action that will afford him the most impact and least amount of effort. He only speaks if spoken too and that includes questions in the midst of great conflict. I could tell he was looking to see if I was going to cry. Which made me want to hug him and knock his tractor supply hat off his head all in the same emotions. He handed me a water bottle and we carried on to dig out the goats stall. Nothing ever spoke of again.

My check lists for the day include:

☑️ verified my agility is lacking but my ability to fall safely is STILL up to par.
☑️the yearly heart check has been accomplished… Yet again.
☑️Electric fence certification all updated and current. No pun intended.
☑️I love my husband so much.



Here is my dear husband, Chris, in his usual observational perch with the ever present Tractor Supply Hat on his head. He is with Elly May, our fainting goat who had just had one of her “spells” or “blow outs” as Chris calls them.


Published by rebeccawilson

I believe in the God of the Bible and that Jesus is His Son who died on the cross at Calvary for the sins of the world. This free gift is for you and for me, if we accept that fact by faith and strive daily to follow His Living Word that is the same today, yesterday, and forever. Also, for the record, I love my boyfriend whom I have been married to for going on 18 years. We have two boys that are both in high school, which is taught at home by yours truly. Cats, dogs, chickens, ducks, goats, turkeys, squirrels, chipmunks, peacocks, song birds, coyotes, raccoons, opossums, all call our yard home and I have a story about all of them. I am originally from Kentucky, with deep roots in Eastern Kentucky's Appalachian Mountains. I grew up in a working class suburb of Lexington, Kentucky. I am married to a quiet feller from Birmingham, Alabama. We met in Tampa, FL, married, had two kids and moved to California. From there we landed in Alabama for a few years and then by the providence of God we moved to our little piece of heaven in Georgia where we live in a white house, on a little hill, in the rocky foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains. I have some things I think I might want to write that maybe someone might want to read... mostly stories and experiences of my own and a few I can relay from second hand knowledge but none with great confidence, pride, or true story telling ability, just overthought ramblings that I quickly need to capture before I forget.

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