Build a Box and Fill it Up and All the Day You'll Have Good Luck
May 29, 2009 1:23 pm
Updated: Jun. 1, 2009 3:55 pm
The actual construction project involved in the garden probably could have been smoother. It was planned out pretty well, but we ended up proceeding without necessarily having the "shovels and rakes and implements of destruction" we would need.
Admittedly, I left the original planning and construction of the box to The Missus because, admittedly, she's much handier than am I with tools and the like. Hence, I told her to yell for me whenever she needed any labor completed which could be completed by the average lunkhead (yes, that would be me in this scenario) and wandered off to prune the trees in the back corner of the yard.
There is a plum tree in our yard which I believe is being hindered both by its own unchecked overgrowth, as well as by that of the neighboring worthless (well, in the fruit-bearing capacity anyhow) trees. I decided I was going to be the hero to the plum tree and went about creating what ended up being a giant pile of branches. It was kinda fun, if completely exhausting.
Occasionally, during my tree massacre, I was requested to provide the unskilled labor. Basically, I sawed some cedar boards in half and did some hammering. I wasn't super useful otherwise.
In fact, I was somewhat anti-useful in some regards. While my sawing was flawless, my hammering of a long stake through three cedar ties ended up being off-center, while the force of my pounding actually caused the bottom two ties to separate, which is the opposite of what we were going for.
A few hours were lost trying to figure how to undo what I had done. Unfortunately, the brute strength required to do it was more than what we had available to us. The Missus went out and got a long drill bit to help future fastening of the boards (I honestly can't think of the right word for those things and it's bothering me). We also were aided by the father-in-law, who brought some engineering background, gardening experience, bolt cutters, and something called "The Mutt" all of which combined to help undo and then properly re-do what needed done.
Once we got back on the right path, it was literally a matter of mere minutes before the garden box came together beautifully. I think we all agreed that had we had the right drill bit in the beginning, we'd have saved several hours, not to mention a wee bit of frustration.
We also had to put some effort into digging up some dirt from other areas of the yard to help fill the box along with the several bags of soil, compost and "steer mixture" we had bought to get us rolling.
Despite the long day of yard work and erroneous construction, The Missus was determined to get the tomatoes in the ground, which delighted me to no end. Seeing something in the garden at the end of the day was simply going to feel cathartic (well, that and a nice, hot shower!).
With that, I leave you to see for yourself how it looked.
Tomatoes and The Missus