One thing about being married to a woodchuck man is that the term "DIY" takes on a meaning far beyond that of your average Home Depot project.
For instance, a couple of weeks ago A. and I were lamenting all the green tomatoes in our garden and how we just weren't going to get the warm weather to ripen them. "We need a greenhouse," said A.
So he built one. Starting with trees from the brush behind the house.
If your projects start with chainsawing trees down, you might be a woodchuck.
I used to be his unskilled--and frankly, kind of unwilling--helper with these projects. But I have now passed the torch.
And the hatchet for trimming.
A.'s new helper is a lot more enthusiastic. As well as more skilled, to be honest.
After a lot of cutting, trimming, dragging, and wiring, there was a frame the likes of which I could have never imagined.
Maybe we'll just move in with the tomatoes this winter. The structure is certainly big enough.
The project had to be put on hold until the plastic for the covering could be procured at a store, but on Tuesday, the tomatoes were comfortably settled in their rustic greenhouse.
Sides coming soon to up the sauna atmosphere.
Just in time, too, as it was 38 degrees when I woke up this morning. Tomatoes do not enjoy 38 degrees.
You know what does enjoy 38 degrees, though? Hanging lamb carcasses. Specifically the one that's hanging under the porch right now.
After severe sticker shock at grocery store meat prices last week, and seeing a relatively cold forecast for the next few days, A. decided to butcher the first of the lambs. He killed it and dressed it out yesterday--with the enthusiastic assistance of all three children--and it's hanging under the porch until at least tomorrow, when he'll cut it up.
Lamb and tomatoes underway. Winter is coming, and we're getting ready, woodchuck-style.