After a few too many days being cooped up indoors with books and children, I was starting to feel a little blue. A little housebound, and a little bored. In a tiny house with two kids who talk non-stop, a husband on a work break and joined at my hip and nothing but rain, rain rain....it was time to mix it up a little. Finally the clouds broke and at last there was sunshine. Two and a half days of liquid "purpose to get out of your PJ's". You haven't seen me here because I've been busy loading up this guy:
Pulling away the dead to discover snowdrops and daffodils - already and at last, all at the same time.
Gabe and I have been talking raised beds for a few years now, and we're doing it this year. We found these beautiful old wooden gates yesterday for free and cut them up for boxes.
Along with the gates was a pile of great old green planks, nothing a little nail-pullin won't fix. Good as new.
Once the boxes were made and the old garden dug up and trenched (my job) we filled our new boxes with soil and laid straw down around for foot traffic. Keeps the weeds down too.
There's some good space between them so I have room for pots of tomatoes to hang out, who are getting kicked out of their usual spot this year.
We also found some old dresser drawers with all our woodly bounty. We Gabe knocked the bottoms and out and built them up in height. Two more cute as a button boxes.
But, after a few days of glorious sunshine, it all came to a flurried crashing halt...
(Frankie) "SNOOOWWWWWWW!!!!"
I think Charlie's expression says it all: "But the onions, the spinach, the kale..."
Sigh...let's not get ahead of ourselves here...it is only February.
