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Uphill Gardening
Jul. 12th, 2009 03:22 pmThe plan for this weekend was to pick up the lumber and rebar for the next three garden beds (they get successively smaller) and put in bed #2. This would not be so difficult if the bloody thing wasn't fighting us every step of the way!
The metal blade for the sawsall gave up the ghost after cutting two stakes off the lengths of rebar.
The saw battery died on the very first cut of the planking.
The wheelbarrow tire died the hard death and the store doesn't sell replacements.
ARGH!
At this point the bed is finally built, the manure is mixed in to the dirt, but we still have a whole truckload of compost that needs to make its way from the driveway to the side yard. And we're due to return the truck to my parents in an hour and a half.
F*ck.
EDIT: Tire patched with internal goo that came in a lovely shade of radioactive green. Compost layered and mostly smoothed on top of bed. Dead now.
The metal blade for the sawsall gave up the ghost after cutting two stakes off the lengths of rebar.
The saw battery died on the very first cut of the planking.
The wheelbarrow tire died the hard death and the store doesn't sell replacements.
ARGH!
At this point the bed is finally built, the manure is mixed in to the dirt, but we still have a whole truckload of compost that needs to make its way from the driveway to the side yard. And we're due to return the truck to my parents in an hour and a half.
F*ck.
EDIT: Tire patched with internal goo that came in a lovely shade of radioactive green. Compost layered and mostly smoothed on top of bed. Dead now.
