But I never thought that my American Dream picket fence would actually be hog fencing and I would be driving down back country roads with an angry line of drivers behind me, wondering why a person with 16 foot fencing hanging off the back of her truck would only go 5 miles per hour over the speed limit. But it's Monday and I thought I'd spice things up a bit.
I'm fighting the sterotype that women can't drive...pickup trucks...with 6 feet of fencing over the cab and six feet hanging off the back, hitting every pothole on the way. Cause I'm a gardenista driver, and we like the potholes....
I bet those angry people don't get enough organic in their diets...
So I got home and frolicked about my garden, which is VERY hard to do when you've got sixteen foot fencing in hand, overhead, teeter-tottering you back and forth in a drunken-esk stupor across a plot of mud. It was so much fun.
It's a bit hard to see, which is sorta the point; drivers hate me but so far my neighbors and I have no quarrel. This is one squash trellis. I can't wait to see how many people get concussions from my garden this year. I may have to hang a warning sign...
This is my bean tepee And probably my second home. I think I need to plant some kind of moss inside or sedum or something that tolerates shade that I can curl up on.
This is squash trellis two. (And the piles of supplies that will hopefully become our patio this spring.)
This is the stump seat from which I will perch and nibble on all things yummy. Poor hubby. He's more apt to get scurvy than he is a fresh sugar snap pea. And the asparagus is growing right behind me, so there's no way he'll get that either...
Those are the posts from which I will hang netting for cucumbers to climb up and over and through, and a rough overview of my garden.And this is spring, fighting winter and wining. Go Spring!
What are you doing to get ready for spring? Building structures? Planting seeds? Cleaning the yard?