Thursday, April 14, 2011
Plans Do Change Sometimes
You do remember me saying that I had planned to fill my
tire planters today. Well,plans do change. Mine do anyway.
Usually midstream.As I worked around the yard, I came to
the old dog pen where Pop had always kept his beagle
hounds over the last 32 years(an adaptation of the original
pen anyway.)It is now sitting idle,growing up in weeds.
It's not really an eye sore to others as much as it is to
me,since it is behind one of his many garages.It's right
outside his pouting room, so there could be access to
it into My Greenhouse.Pop says it's to late to start a
greenhouse now,so I'll call it my Potting Shed. One can
use a Potting shed anytime. I put down a few stepping stone
rocks at the entrance door.Then I used the big tractor again to
dump some gravel into the pen for the floor.(and did I hear
about that,using up HIS gravel)I figure sand or gravel would
make an excellent floor, and we have the gravel on hand,just
sitting there in the driveway, in a pile, so that's what I used.
He did not approve,but he wasn't home when I did it, and I figured,
surely, he wouldn't make me scoop it back out.I've dug out
to the chickens. Wow!They are having a good day today.
Worms and sprouts galore.These are not the greatest pictures of the
Potting shed,but it's a start.I hope to cutesy it up a little as I go.He already had a row to one side of the pen for his special tomatoes,but I reworked it a bit, too.I like things a little neater than he does.His philosophy is...As long as it works,what difference does it make,how it looks.I guess that's an OK philosophy, if you are working and have limited time,but we are both retired now,and I want it neater. You can't make a silk purse from a sow's ear, but I still think I can improve
the appearance of that old dog pen.I've got a lot more plans a churning
in my head.I will find a way to make it work and look better,too..
*(No matter how carefully a project is planned, something may still go wrong with it. The saying is adapted from a line in “To a Mouse,” by Robert Burns: “The best laid schemes o' mice an' men / Gang aft a-gley.” )
Posted by Sue from Ky. at 9:18 PM