I have been busting my buns these last few days.
Rain, sleet, sun, wind. . . whatevs.
Do you remember my fantabulous steal of an idea from This Old House?
The garden? Le jardin?
I've been determined to make it happen. Despite that I know nothing about planting.
I think it's safe to say I haven't done this much manual labor, like, ever. I josh not. It's been hard. It's also been awesome. My back hurts. My arms hurt.
My palms are covered in calluses, despite the use of gloves. Oh, and roto-tilling? I felt like I was holding back a charging bull.
So, do you wanna take a little look-see? Do ya? DO YA?
I surrounded my little garden with cedar boards, and to keep them right where I want them, I drove these ginormous, 6 inch galvanized nails down into the ground.
Chose myself some choice fencing:
and 16 pieces of cedar later for my raised beds:
I have something to say about cedar, baby. I am in love with the smell of cedar. Edward Cullen's breath would smell like cedar. But that's just me.
Tilled in some top soil and manure ("Manure! I hate manure!" name that movie!) in there. Just let the kids stir the poo.
And opted for bark in my pathways to save a little moolah. This was not a cheap project. And I don't want to talk about it! (voice raises in pitch, runs off, slams door).
Oh ma gosh-- take a look at my bench. I had plans to make a cedar bench,
(seriously, I really had the plans to make a cedar bench)
but when I saw this little stone one, and he could be mine for less than the cost of cedar, with no work on my part:
Bench, olive juice.
Oh.Ma.Gosh-- and take a look at my cute little solar lights. Seriously? Seriously?
I was kinda shocked when I found out they interchange from red to blue to green light at night, though. Not sure what I think of that. Or as the hub said:
"What the?? It's like Christmas out there!"
A word for the math geeks in the world: the Daddy-o suggested making all the beds in such a way that there was no waste. So what you see here is 2 by 6's, 3 x 4's, and 4 by 4's. Ingenious, that Daddy-o.
Everything is absolutely, perfectly straight in that garden. No, really. It's not my garden, it's you.
So, finally, like the deathstar, my garden is fully operational.
And if you've got planting advice, including something beautiful and flowing that can be planted in that urn, I am all ears. Lay it on me, people. Dangers of freezing will be over soon, and I'm about to soil my plants.
Linked to Ze Shabby Nest.