And then there was husband-evaporus. Greg could only be here for a few days in the last couple of weeks and I've been working the poor guy to a frazzle with one honey-do project or another. The compost bins were not that high on the priority list, but he managed to fit it in.
At least I have my bins. In a couple of years I expect some really nice soil and lots of earthworms. All thanks to Greg.
In the beginning, there were trees. Lots and lots of trees. As well as assorted shrubbery. I'm pretty sure Greg said some unkind things about me when I showed him where I wanted to put the compost bins. But it really was the best place. And that shrubbery had to go anyway. I think someone with Monty Python was looking for it.
Ah, that's better. Nothing beats a nice clean area to work in.
The first cut. I try never to operate loud machinery with angry, rotating teeth. I've been known to shed blood with a butter knife, so Greg courageously does all the cutting. I'm quite the dangerous damsel--but mostly to myself.
Chain saw. Check.
Post hole digger. Check.
4-foot Level. Check
Welded wire fencing...Rats!
A ride into town.
Fencing nails...Double Rats!
Be back soon.
This must be how Stonehenge got started. We had to deal with an awkward slope of the land and then we discovered we had the wrong length for one of the 4x4's, so we made do with what we had.
Future home of percolating new soil.
One project down, hundreds more to go.
And how about you, dear readers: What's been on your project list?
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