our motto is: make a ruckus
Luckily mom looked at the weather yesterday morning and realized that it was going to rain on Sunday and Monday, so we went gangbusters on outside projects yesterday. The weather was still cloudy and drizzly, but it actually turned out to be perfect for not getting too hot while working and for having another epic burn pile. The yard is now free of miscellaneous wood waiting to be burned! Hurray!
In addition to the fire, the other major project of the day was the garden fence. We want to get it put in before we have all our veggies growing and then a deer just comes and clears us out in one night. Either that or the chickens if they decided to go walk about one day from Winston’s meadow. Because if that happened I would cry. It happened to our unfenced sweet potato patch our very first year in Floyd and I was pretty upset. It also happened to my only successful broccoli crop to date. But I won’t talk about that any more. Long story short, I have come to learn that fences are a necessity for happy gardening experiences. So yesterday we gave the garden a fence. Well, the beginnings of a fence. Nineteen huge tree fence posts to be exact. Each weighing in somewhere around 100 pounds. Each about 10 feet tall. Each approximately 16 feet apart, in a gentle curving not quite circle shape, with space for 2 person gates (one right off our front steps and one on the way from the bath house) and 1 tractor gate. Hank took apart the old garden fence (down in the meadow with the goats) a couple weeks ago so that we could reuse the posts and fencing for our garden in the cabin meadow. All we had to buy for this project were some fence staples and hinges! This is HUGE, especially considering that we spent probably close to $500 on our temporary garden fence in Floyd (of which all we could really salvage was the t-posts), and this sucker is permanent.
Using the tractor with the post hole digger attachment (priceless!) we managed to get through our super hard clay and get about 2 feet of each post in the ground. Which is pretty close to how far they were in the ground before. Freakin’ impressive considering I’ve tried to shovel this stuff and did not even get in three inches. I was definitely singing the praises of dear Bogart.
Stepping back to admire our handiwork at the end of the day, I realized how much I loved the raw tree posts. They were heavy as hell to maneuver and manhandle but totally worth it. I never want to use normal milled fence posts now. They also make me want to make more things with trees. I already suggested the we make our gates to go along with the posts, and then when we were sitting by the fire on our uncomfortable ugly benches, I had the brilliant idea to make some built in fire chairs out of trees too! I’m pretty excited about those. I imagine something like those canvas beach chairs, but not folding.
P.S. The post title is all Hank. He named our garden The Veggie Stadium. Hand painted sign on rough cut tree above the main garden entrance coming soon.