We harvested the old cut lumber from downed trees in the woods around the cabin, some of it pretty gnarly, with weathered a mild description of its condition. A light brown mouse ran out of the hole in one! Leaving its little pink babies? Who knows. These chunks of stumps made the fence around my new vegetable garden, and somehow with the dark topsoil leveled within the palisade the effect is very Hobbit-like. Now on to the tomato starts, and perhaps some morning glory vines threaded around the outside of the chunky, earthy fence. But first a bit of fertilizer, maybe the kind I saw at the garden store made of lobster shells?
Jean Zimmerman 