I knew this would happen when spring came. After three months of conscientious blogging twice a week, the sun came out. The plants started pleading, “Come! Come trim back our winter coats so our new shoots and buds can breathe!” The compost bins buzzed with the sound of 2 wheelbarrows full of the finished stuff (my best winter yet – I’m so pleased). And, the long awaited fence and arbor arrived in multiple pieces. I had work to do. Outside. How could I possibly find the time to blog?
Thanks to a few of you who commented on last week’s post with phrases like, “great start, but where’s the finished product?” I’ve been shamed into sitting inside at my computer to share the fruits of last week’s labor.
The 9 post holes were a pain because whoever built my stone house tossed all the leftover pieces of rock into my back yard. (See last week’s post for my ingenious plan on recruiting workers. Sylvana commented that I was a regular Tom Sawyer. Highest praise, to be sure). Then came the leveling. Wow. Who knew that a grade of 4 inches over 10 feet would wreak such havoc on the amateur fence installer? It took longer than it should have, but by Saturday afternoon, we had all the big pieces in. It was all but finished.
Then came the two 15 inch sections that needed mitering on one side. While I impressed the fence supplier with my knowledge of mitering (meaning, I knew the definition of mitering), I must admit that I fell short on the execution. If I had just been willing to buy a power miter saw, I would have saved myself much agony and many many hours. But – I would have used up the $95 (and more) that I saved by hauling the supplies myself. That money is for roses, darn it, not power tools. So I made do with the old miter box and hand saw. It was not pretty. You can see how many tries it took me to get it right.
I am showing you the following picture only because I’m having a rare moment of openness and vulnerability. My mantra while attempting this advanced (?) carpentry technique was this: “No one will ever look closely. No one will ever look closely.” And now, here I am, inviting you to look closely. I guess I must be proud.
Now for the unveiling.
I really do feel as if I have just stretched and prepped a canvas. The bed to the left of the arbor will be the 10-year-old’s herb garden. She’s already begging to dig up the spent crocuses that take up about 5 square inches. I’m thinking the arbor will carry a Sombreuil climbing rose per Edith’s suggestion. And maybe a bright purple clematis on the other side. Day lilies around the fence on the right? They’re kind of pretty and green this time of year, with the promise of great color in a few months. Shrub roses, yarrow, and other assorted lovelies in the beds between the fence and the patio.
Won’t you come for dinner?