If you happen to live in the Denver area, you know we have plenty of bunnies. These bunnies:
Which on my cute, let's-make-baby-sounds-days, I like to call bun-buns. As a matter a fact, we found abandoned baby bunnies in our yard last year, despite our best efforts at bunny-proofing.
Outside of the baby bunny incident, we had no bunny impresses last summer. Winter hit and bam, bunny tracks. My husband located our vulnerabilities and is currently fixing spots in the overall fence to prevent bunny impress (yes, I love the word impress, I just imagine little bunny spies).
On top of bunnies, we have the aforementioned dogs (aka da babies). I can just see them lovingly digging up tomato plants now.
My husband and I have been discussing (read: arguing) about the fence for a while now. I want something nice looking, but also cheap, which doesn't exactly go together. I also have no conceptual idea of what building a fence entails. I tell my husband to do cheap and pretty and he spends hours trying to tell me how that is not going to happen. I just look at him blankly, like he's speaking Klingon.
Hubby, being the industrious man that he is, surprised me with this about a week ago:
Disregard that hole. That's a whole other bit of weirdness. The fence looks awesome right!? He took some cheap pickets we had left over from fence repairs last summer, and used some rebar for support. We had the rebar laying around thanks to the weirdo that lived in the house before us.
You can see it a bit better in the next picture.
Which on my cute, let's-make-baby-sounds-days, I like to call bun-buns. As a matter a fact, we found abandoned baby bunnies in our yard last year, despite our best efforts at bunny-proofing.
Outside of the baby bunny incident, we had no bunny impresses last summer. Winter hit and bam, bunny tracks. My husband located our vulnerabilities and is currently fixing spots in the overall fence to prevent bunny impress (yes, I love the word impress, I just imagine little bunny spies).
On top of bunnies, we have the aforementioned dogs (aka da babies). I can just see them lovingly digging up tomato plants now.
My husband and I have been discussing (read: arguing) about the fence for a while now. I want something nice looking, but also cheap, which doesn't exactly go together. I also have no conceptual idea of what building a fence entails. I tell my husband to do cheap and pretty and he spends hours trying to tell me how that is not going to happen. I just look at him blankly, like he's speaking Klingon.
Hubby, being the industrious man that he is, surprised me with this about a week ago:
You can see it a bit better in the next picture.
I love it when he finds ways to "make it work." Granted, we need to buy more supplies and it will probably get more expensive than we want, but it's just a painful necessity. If we have any hope of growing an actual veggie, we need to keep the critters out. Natural or domestic. Hubby will be finishing up the fence in the next week or two, including the ever-important chicken wire. I'll post the finished product when I can.
And then, on top of that awesome, I came home to this last night.
It's a gate. A real pretty gate with a quaint little latch and everything. My husband knows how to spoil me.
In other news, my awesome grandpa came up today and tilled in some more sheep n' peat today, just to get it all ready. Let it be known, I love my family. They rock.
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