I love the internet!
It is such a wealth of inspiraion and fantastic ideas. You all know how with 10 clicks and 2 lost hours, you find yourself a million cyber miles away from where you began and your head is bursting with thee most wonderful ideas ever?
That's what happened to me. I started somewhere and ended up at Vert via Posie's. I decided then and there that I needed to have a wine bottle edging to my veg + flower beds. The only technical hitch was I can't really stand drinking wine. I am one of these lightweight "I'll have mines with lemonade and ice" characters. A solution instantly flew into my mind... ask the staff at the school where I work to collect for me. They did, big style!
A huge thanks goes out to them all, especially Pauline who knows someone who owns a restuarant and she has carted over 150 bottles into work for me. You are a star and I am forever grateful because it means the project can steam ahead a lot faster than I ever imagined!
Next I cleaned all the bottles of their surplus drips of wine, neck collars and labels. I know the neck collars were going to be buried under ground but I didn't want to know that they would be there, rusting away, perhaps contaminating the soil.
Some labels came off better than others, some needed relieved of the platisic coating covering the paper label first, some just floated off in the warm soapy water and some were just a nightmare (Echo Falls, Boomerang Bay and Dos Santos red) and needed soaking, scrapping and scrubbing with a metal scrubby pad.
Once washed, I had green, clear, dark brown and brown bottles. Scores of them, all lying in the garden.Worried about the potential smashing hazard, I started the project yesterday, laid 5 bottles and MaDge commented on how squint they were. I pulled them all out and I BEGGED him to help me, I'd dig the trench and he would lay them. He is so much better at constructing things like that so off we went.
So I dug the trench
MaDge set the bottles
and before we knew it, the little plot was finished.
MaDge moaned for the last 20 or so bottles that he was a scooter fixer not a gardener so I chanced my luck, ignored him and suggested we plough on with the bigger bed. I began to dig the trench, got about 20 inches when my trowel clanged on something hard. Thinking it was another of the huge rocks that are buried in the garden, I set about trying to dig around it until MaDge identified it as the old foundations for the clothes poles. And mighty fine foundations they were!!!!
After much huffing ,puffing and sweating from my gorgeous fella, the concrete/brick foundations were dug out. Thank you my darling, you really are amazing xx
Just as we were about to get stuck into phase 2 the heavens opened, MaDge dashed for cover, I dashed for the washing and after 5 minutes, we decided to call it a day.
I don't think much will be done tomorrow as it's Scooter Sunday for MaDge and I want to finish the baby blanket I'm knitting. It need to be done asap though, I have all these to plant.