Monday, August 19, 2013
of rednecks, hammers and muttonchops
On the other side of our yard, I embarked on a project of considerably smaller scale this weekend.
That potager of mine needs a fence around it, and my dad volunteered to help build it. After some discussion, he understood what I wanted---not a decorative fence but a functional fence to keep critters and weed seeds and wind out.
I procured the necessary equipment: bags of Quickcrete, 8 foot cedar posts, a Ground Hog. Saturday morning Mr. D and my dad drilled the holes and we set up the 26 cedar posts for my future fence.
In a month or two dad will come back to finish this project. I'll have to move one bed over since it's easier than moving two trees, but that can wait until after I harvest everything out of it in September.
Mr. B's planning a party with his friends. We're calling it "Camo & Ammo," and it will involve an Airsoft battle in the woods, swimming and a bonfire. It's a slippery slope from moving to the country to raising junior rednecks. On a happy note, no one here likes NASCAR.
After Mr. B's friends leave I'll enjoy a palate-cleansing evening with a glass of wine and a viewing of Pride and Prejudice. The only question is which Mr. Darcy shall I feast my eyes upon?