Every year, the Soil and Water Conservation department offers trees and shrubs for sale. Every year, I get their pamphlet and think I ought to buy some because my property could use a lot more trees. They sneakily send this pamphlet out in the deepest, darkest heart of winter when planting trees sounds like such a nice, fun thing to be doing. And, oh look, there's all this info on how to build a living snow fence that will grow fast and and stop the snow and be ever so easy and maintenance free. God knows I need snow fence that actually works.
Of course, you have to buy these things in bundles of 50 or 100 and before you can plant that oh-so-easy, maintenance free willow hedge, you have to lay down 300 feet of landscape fabric covered deeply in mulch or else the weeds will just swallow them whole, and build fence around them so that the donkeys don't eat them, and those those little spruce saplings really ought to have holes deeper than all their roots, which turn out to be two feet long.
Just the thought of digging all those holes in the mixture of rock and clay that passes itself off as soil around here has me sputtering in run-on sentences.
They look so innocent don't they?
Those cute, little spruce transplants, all 50 of them. That silly broomstick bundle of 100 willow slips and those 10 harmless little blackberry plants looking all small and pathetic. At least the Farmhand is always up for more work. Such a big help.
At least I've finally found a good use for the ATV that I got cheap from a neighbor who couldn't use it anymore. It's supposed to be a farm vehicle, but I haven't used it much. I've never been an ATV kind of person and I've been rather ambivalent about it. It might earn it's keep with this job.
One down, only 159 more to go.
Good thing I have some help.