I was looking for junk to make a yard sculpture with yesterday, in the shed I spotted an old blind. Somewere in my mind I remembered reading that people used them in fences. So, I did. I wove the slats in and out. It works good. I am now going to go blind hunting on trash day. I wish they could all be green, but, they won't be. What ever. It's pretty white trash looking, but, not as bad as I thought it would be. It's better than looking at the fucks next door and their endless junk.
I planted poke weed and maples. The baby maples grew from seed that blew into unused pots. I shrugged and watered them. Made it easy to transplant them. Another what ever.
Free Hosta's went next to the shed I keep the lawn mower in. Free woodland ferns too. I really like that cute old beat up shed, but, the area out there is wild, shady, bare and a little spooky. A lot spooky. Bad juju out there. A gun suicide took place right there. I don't know what vibes are left, but, it is just bad hoodoo out there. I need to fix it. There is an old rotted stump that would be AWESOME to carve and varnish. It's tall and soft. But, there's a nest of giant hornets living out there too, so I need to figure out where they nest. Stomping into there willy nilly could get a person killed. They aren't agressive, but, only a fool would push it. This part of my property does not make me proud. I want to change that. It's the view from my bedroom window and the reason I never open the curtains. It used to be very private until the neighbor killed the fenceline saplings. Remember when they did that? I cried so hard. I didn't speak to them or my mother for months. That's one of the saplings laying on the ground there in front of the chair. That's how big they were. There was a block long row of them. If you're going to cut it down and leave it lay there, what the fuck is the point?
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Yesterday I calmly told my mother that she is not allowed to let people into my yard when I'm not home anymore. No more spraying. She hung her head and acted ashamed and admitted she's ruined her side yard with spray because she didn't know what she was doing. I incredulously asked her why in the world she would let them spray my yard then? She answered, "Because I had a gallon of spray left! That stuff is expensive and I wanted to use it up!"
Is this truly how her head works??? My mouth is still hanging open. I can't even wrap my head around the stuff she does.
That poor tree laying there is just f'g sad. Gawd. You could collect old doors and line them up and connect them, it would make a nice privacy fence. Just salvage doors, it would be tall and would look kinda cool back there. & they would last. Hinge them together and voila', a new privacy fence! It would be shabby chic! & you could accessroize them beautifully. Tell everybody you need doors! See how fast your yard fills up with doors!!! :)
rox
**Old, solid doors only need apply.
PS: Pat, did you get my email? I sent it on Friday.
Rox
Where do I find the old doors? You forget that I live in the sticks. No used stores or salvage yards here. It's trash day hunting only or drive 160 miles. Good idea, but, not possible. I'll check email.
PS..the trees were not just cut. They were savaged. The whole yard was. It was disgraceful and heartbreaking.
No email yet, Rox. Try resending it.
Rox, we had a coffee shop that had a closed in patio made from old doors--some had glass and some had different shaped panels. And there were plants mixed in. It looked very nice. It was a lumber company turned into many small antique shops. Sorry to say, it burned down. They made some of the best paninis (sp?)I have ever eaten. A very comfortable, laid back place.
Pat, it was just an email to see if you found your box i sent, it was left last Wednesday, UPS. I hope they got the right house! LOL!!! Just checking! & just spread the word about old doors, you might be surprised. It could be very cool and cozy & FREE!!! It might take a while to get enough for the entire space, but I would do it, but I have zero neighbors! LOL. Nobody even close. Jane, that shop does sound cool. Kinda like The Ivy in LA. It looks like it was made of old salvaged picket fences. I just really like the look of used old stuff. Post a sign here and there, someone is bound to know someone that has old doors that nobody wants. Gawd, I know I do, but that doesnt help you. Sorry. Just tell some people you are looking. :)
Rox
Pat, I remember when the neighbors killed your beautiful yard. I cried too. I remember the butchered pumpkins. Why did they have to do that to your beautiful pumpkins? There was no reason, it was just plain mean. I hate them so hard. Every time you put up pictures of your yard, I remember what they did the last time and I feel sick.
Cut, yeah, they really went through here and just destroyed. I was at work. It was the worst feeling to see it. Like a death. It still hurts. These are my mom's buddies. Controling people, all of them.
Rox, let me go check moms house. See if it got dropped there.
Nope, not yet.
Pat, I just checked the UPS tracking and it was left at the front door on 8-8-12 @ 2:38 p.m. Hmm...it seems they left it at the wrong house then. Dang it! It has your name & address on it, so somebody should have brought it to you. Thats mean. I'm sorry. I am going to cuss now. %$#& stealers, *&^% UPS! :(
Let me put it this way...if you see a really cute pottery "Fairy Garden" sign at your moms house, its yours! There was also a pottery medallion of pressed lavender, on a purple ribbon. Thats all. My friend that has the gardens makes them. Maybe your mom is waiting to give them to you for Christmas? LOL. I will get you some more. I wanted you to know I really did send them. :(
Just act surprised when you get them next time!
rox
I'll find it. Don't worry. It's probably just a mistake. Let me go hunting.
I've looked on all the porches and neighbors steps and I don't see it. It will turn up. Just wait. :)
I contacted my pottery, garden friend. I will just go next time she has a show again. It's fun, so no big deal. Its a small box. The UPS proof of delivery says"XXXXX Iowa" (your town). So, it got to your town and someones front porch. Hope you find it, but now I spoiled it. Ok. TTL
xo
Aww, thank you for the thought and I'm sure it will turn up. It might have gone across the street and they're at work. They are honest people. I'll be sure and let you know. It sounds real nice though. Hope it turns up soon.
i LOVE the old doors as a fence idea!!! that is just awesome....
rox if you sent something UPS they automatically have insurance....file a claim with them.....anything UPS has tracking & insurance up to $50....
and re: HAD A GALLON LEFT???? dafuq?? she couldn't just you know SAVE IT??? cuz lawn chemicals go bad you know....just seriously fucked up...and someday those people will get theirs for what they did to your yard....the universe has a way of equaling/righting things....
You think? That's how she thinks or she just lied again. I never know sometimes. It's fucked up and never ends. I feel really alone sometimes. Like, I hide in here and they still won't quit. Pushy, and always dying to know what I'm up to and I'm never up to anything.
I don't make this shit up for drama either. It's constant with the control issues.
vivian use to claim when i was a little kid just reading a book i was "up to something"....never could understand that....just reading a damn book....some people's mentality can't allow others peace and tranquility....probably because their minds are so addled and disturbed....
i know what living in such situations are like! hell the mail man last week said this was the strangest neighborhood he's ever delivered too.....
Pat, I've said it before: I think somehow your mom and my mom are related. When I was in the first grade my mom said that I drew people with their hands in their pockets because I had something to hide. What the hell does a first grader have to hide? I just couldn't draw hands. Damn!
What a weird thing to tell a kid. She fucked with your head all the time, didn't she? I was lead to believe I am nothing, worth nothing and therefore should be pleased to serve and have no opinions. I should recieve nothing, own nothing, because I am nothing.
Tia, I know how bad your mom was. She didn't protect you from predetors. Mine didn't either. They put them in our path.
Fence made of old doors makes me think of Sesame Street! Love it!
Ann
fence made from old doors sounds great. had the funniest idea. how good would it be if you could sneak in and take your mum and your neighbours doors to make a door fence. now wouldnt that restore the balance? never going to happen. i know. but what a funny thought! meanwhile are you going to plant willows? willows are so beautiful. providing they arent killed. that would be too hard to take.
There's no room there for willow. The willows will go by the back fence. This is the south side fence. There's a huge mullberry and it's mostly shade. I am learning more about shade plants and cover. I have been looking for one old wooden door to make a door to nowhere out there. You'd open it and walk into a garden. Lissa likes that idea.
Yesterday I bought a sign that says 'insane asylum'.
Oh, my mom and I are having door issues anyhow. She props open all her doors with old bowling balls then complains about the flies and skeeters. It's lunacy.
Pat, "the south side of the fence" totally had me going for a sec, I was thinking ahead, "south of France" and you were going to make it so! LOL! Ok, so now with the bowling balls? They roll and they are heavy, so why? I have seen in magazines where people use them in their gardens! They look awesome. Beautiful orbs! So, go steal them! Tell her you need them to replace the fence line. :)
My daughter has a constant nightmare of someone hitting her in the teeth with a bowling ball. LOL!
rox
I could make it Frence. Wee wee! I've seen cute bowling ball stuff. Bowling balls are an easy find here. Your daughter's dream is weird. Really weird. Does she have or fear a lot of dental work? I have dreams that someone cuts my spine with garden clippers. I wonder what the hell problem we have?
French, not Frence. That's a country of frantic fences.
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