I just happened to have some black plastic. Did I mention I hate staple guns?
He says to Winter: “Bring it.”
17:00: I have planted two ginormous azaleas and 5 boxwoods we found lying by the side of the road. I’ll water them well tomorrow. They might actually live.
I’m trying to put enough around the property line to keep the Wife from wanting a 6′ wooden fence. Fortunately, I encountered only a sandy clay and some roots which I navigated quickly enough. The wind whipped around me furiously all afternoon, but wearing my toboggan I was immune.
“keep the wife from wanting”..i laff in your face..a laff from my fetid bowels..i am still laffing..and my wife is laffing from her bowels…(which she thinks are not fetid). She says you must be young. We laff some more. Nice plant..our hopes for the new year is that it does not end up behind the black plastic. amen. best of luck
Thanks. I have nothing except my illusions.
That urge to fence, is beyond my understanding.
Is there a practical matter at hand, you know keeping cats in, dogs out trespassers off, neighbors who are so ugly they hurt your eyes, what could it possibly be ?
There’s already a 4′ Atlas fence for that – quite enough.
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