The Scavenger Hunt!!!

Never let it be said that I ever get carried away when I go to work on a project. I stick with the bare basics, make sure everything is square and true, and follow my original plans to the letter!

For some strange reason, our lovely hostesses have gotten the idea that I have been up to something during my recent absence, and are insisting that I tell them what it is....
I guess that the wise thing to do is to come clean and let them see what "it" is, even though I really don't think it's anything that BIG!

A few years ago, I built a small arbor to support the new Honeysuckles I had been given. (There was more to it than what was in this photo)


The arbor was a nice place to sit and enjoy the aroma of the flowers growing nearby, and to marvel at the magnificence of the forest and mountains that created the backdrop for this area of my "sitting" garden.



Unfortunately, last January, Mother Nature decided that my area was in need of a major ice storm which did considerable damage to my plants, and managed to turn my little Honeysuckle arbor into a pile of kindling!



Due to other obligations and ongoing projects, the repairs to the arbor were a low priority for me until I realized that one of the Clematis that had grown over the arbor was beginning to come back to life. Well.... I have always enjoyed working on garden projects, so it wasn't too hard for me to move the repair job back to the top of the priority list...

I had no particular plan of action, other that I thought it might be a good idea to utilize some of the smaller Vine Maples (which had been smooshed to the ground in the aforementioned ice storm) to "repair" the damaged arbor to a point that it would at least support a few vines. With chainsaw and machete in hand, I wandered out to the woods to harvest and salvage a few of these trees and anything else that might be of use.....



The Vine Maple poles were plentiful, and it didn't take long to cut and trim a decent size pile of them!

But.... for some strange reason an old log, buried by brambles and brush, caught my attention. It was one of those ancient growth Douglas Fir logs that had been wastefully left behind back in the 20's, when the loggers first came to Cedar Hill. It was 160 years old (when it was cut down... I counted the rings!), two feet in diameter, and 24 feet long.... Hmmmmmmmmmm.......



NO Willy... NO!!! Forget that log... and don't even consider trying to drag those Cedar logs out of the woods either!!!
Be smart... stay with your plan for quickie repairs....

DON'T DO IT WILLY!!!!



To be continued......

NO FAIR Bill!!!! You can't just throw a morsel at us like that and expect us to wait... Well I guess you can since you run things, but that just is mean, oh the torture you are putting us through.....

When are you telling us the rest??????

Soon, right?

Pretty please.....

We're waiting.....

GEEZ, I don't know which is better! Bill's writing...or..watching the Hostese's squirm!!

Well said Karen, yep she's right!!!LOL

Yousa krakin' me UP

PHIL: You think Bill is coming to your rescue....
I DON'T THINK SOOOOOO!!!!

YOUR ON YOUR OWN BUDDY!!!!

Bill KNOWS better....and definitely knows what I am capable of!!!

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