The old garden fence is hanging on by a thread. I’m not even sure a self-respecting deer would bother to eat those ugly peas growing in the garden but I’ll feel much better when the new fence is done.
The fence builder was waiting on Vince to get all the pipe painted. He got that done last week so now we’re waiting on the fence builder to finish up a couple of small jobs and get back over here.
The outdoor sink, where I wash the dirty veggies . . mostly the root veggies in the fall garden, has been disconnected and moved. I’m so glad! When Vince originally installed it, he said “How’s this?” and I said “Fine”, but it wasn’t fine. It was way too low and it killed my back hunching over washing all that stuff. It needed to be at least a foot higher but when I mentioned that it was too low, he said “Do you want me to disconnect all the plumbing in order to raise it?” Well . . that’s kinda what I was thinking but I guess not! Now, it can all be re-installed higher.
One of the things I hate doing . . really hate doing . . is cutting trees around here. They take forever to grow with the drought and we so desperately need shade. Several trees were cut on the side between the old fence and the barbed wire fence but one more tree had to be cut that was going to interfere with the other side of the fence.
There’s part of it. You can see in this picture how open this area is where the new garden will be. I’m probably going to regret that we didn’t cut that one tree still standing along the pipe fence but for now, it remains.
We didn’t totally cut down the tree but for all intents and purposes, it’s gone.
Progress! Just wish it didn’t have to involve cutting a tree.
At least you didn’t cut down a living tree to put up a concrete one like the city of Owensboro did. I kow it hurts to have to cut them down, but maybe some day a new one will grow and give you some shade.
Now, if you would like to hear a good one about fences, we had a fence around the back yard when the kids were small. They eventually outgrew the need for the fence, but we didn’t actually take it down, it just sorta fell down over the years, but the gate still stood. The day I left the farm, long after the kids were grown and gone, that gate was still standing, closed protectively against — who knows? We all just walked around it where the fence used to be.
We had two trees in South Dakota that were interfering with the electric lines, and they were also causing some other problems. The electric company cut off all the limbs and shortened the trunks, but left the main trunk. New branches grew from one of them and made a tree again!