The funny thing about living up on the Mountain is that everything you decide to do requires, at least, three things be done before you can get to your project. It all started on May 5 with wanting to build a small protective fence around the veggie patch (to keep the deer from eating everything).
Mom said she had a roll of Chicken wire, my preference, and to use this I would need to build a small wooden frame. No problem, there's a lot of wood up here. Over the years the wood had been piled by the corner garden - it was a mess. Not only did it look terrible, but it wasn't organized and finding anything was difficult. So, instead of building the fence, the first order of business became moving the three piles of wood and organizing them. This was a big project that took the whole morning (work stops in the afternoon because of the Spring winds that blow hard at this altitude).
The following day (May 6) the snow had pretty much melted so I figured I better get the well set up for watering (I already have seeds planted and they need water). Keep in mind I still needed to build that fence. Water up here needs to come from the well - the outdoor house faucet runs from the water softener and that's like watering plants with salt water (learned that mistake last year). So the ordeal begins by going out to the well and lifting the handle. I was smart I brought the hose with me, hooked it up and attached the spray nozzle. The first thing I found out was that the hose JUST makes it to the garden, it's not long enough to get into the garden. "Oh well - I'll still water what I can and fill up the watering can for the rest." All the way back up to the house to turn on the pump, then all the way back down to the hose to find that the spray nozzle is cracked and spraying all over heck. Now - not wanting to do all that walking again I just decide to get wet and get the spray nozzle off. 15 minutes later I'm soaking wet but the garden got watered too. All the way back up to the well (taking the hose with me) to turn it off. The rest of the morning was spent digging out the other hose to attach it for the length I need.
May 7: Composting is down the cliff - we had buckets of stuff that needed to go in. I can't climb down the cliff with buckets of compost material and shovel so that's driving around to get down there. Needless to say that was a whole mornings worth of work as that area needed tending as well. And - the hoses down there are all split so there I have another water problem. To top it off I find the Chicken wire has been used by my brother to build the compost bins. There is some VERY heavy wire 'fencing' (normally used for laying under concrete) that I can use for my veggie fence (now I don't need the wood (organized on May 5), ha ha ha).
Mother's Day - May 8: "TODAY I'll get the fence built!" I thought. In order to move that heavy fencing material I needed the wheelbarrow. The first job became changing the wheelbarrow tire. After I get that job done Mom suggests maybe between the two of us we can get the fencing down to the garden without the wheelbarrow (the tire needed to be changed anyway). So, between a 78 year old woman and a 54 year old woman - we decide to carry it. Picking the fencing up, there is a part I didn't see sticking out, it cuts my leg. Now, with Multiple Sclerosis, any bad cuts turn into cramping and ouchy so - although we get the fencing down to the veggie patch - the rest of day is lost.
Today I go to the Clinic to get a tetanus shot.
