Logger waste into Garden chic'

When the Spring gardening season is just a few rainy days (and chilly nights) away, one must entertain & distract themselves as to prevent the too early planting urge. Despite starting seeds indoors, I did jump on the 60 F some degrees to get the onions planted. But I held tight knowing Mother Nature likes to give a teaser for her own enjoyment. So no tenders have been sown outdoors. After our trip to see Rick Pratt, we could not wait to get started on our own Garden Obelisks. The dreams of having one for every tomato. One for every patch of pole beans. And the cucumbers...Oh the charm it would evoke having small Obelisks perfectly set up to accommodate those short vines. The diversity of sizes and design were filling our minds as we sat in silence during the car ride home. There was no will power. We had to make them and began the next adventure with our hike by the logging trails.

My good friend Chris and I took advantage of the weeks sunshine to gather project materials. An old friend of his has property which is being logged. And we all know they (the logging companies) care little for what is referred to as the tree "brush". But I am getting ahead of myself. We went with a mission to this land and hoped to walk out with a packed mule.(Chris I jokingly referred to as my mule that day).

We set out walking through the woods, surveying for marshy spots where willow could be found. We hiked a good 2 hours before we came to the decision it was just not meant for us to find them that day. We did find a lot of grape vines. Finger thick and as tall as a house. Perfect to use once they have had a good soak in the pond. Which, will infuse flexibility back into the woods core. But more about their use later.

Back to all the logging areas. So many long straight limbs were piled up haphazardly along the sides of massive wood logs. It was one of those light bulb moments after searching for hours through muddy fields, overgrown brambles and not to mention the most deer poo I have ever seen in 1 hike. Amazing. I swore there was a herd following us (or we, them) due to how fresh the droppings were.
Staring at the piles of tree limbs, we knew what to do. Recycle the loggers waste into Garden magic. We quickly brought out the saw and got to work.

The time was getting late so we did not leave with as much as we had hoped. There is always a next time for more brush to harvest and old grape vines to pull.

But you will have to wait & see what has been produced until AFTER the next segment is posted. Just another teaser, made possible by Mother Nature...
Sweet Dreams,
~Tammie