If you missed last week's post, we found this in the woods near our house.
Mark has been excited to his get his hands on it for a while. Last Saturday morning, he woke up with the desire to do man things (said in a deep voice).
Real men saw, drill, build. Grrrr.
He worked hard all day (in a tank top).
He and his assistant filled it on up with dirt and doodoo!
And planted some seeds. "It's CLO," he informed me. (Carrots / Lettuce / Onions.)
Real men use acronyms as memory clues.
I doubted his gardening ability much less this time around. Good thing, because I would have eaten my words. One week later ...
Oh, hello lettuce sprouts! We cannot wait to eat you.
Real men eat vegetables.
For now the wagon is home to our fall garden. Come spring, I hope to fill it with flowers and herbs, perhaps beautifying the slab of concrete on the side of our house that welcomes visitors to the back door.
We really do love the idea of turning it into a coffee table in the future. One of the wheels has a super sharp edge on it, so we aren't quite ready to bring it into the house with unsteady feet running around the place. However, it's not like spending a little time outside for now is going to ruin the thing.
We did find it in the woods afterall.
Lesson Learned: I married a real man! A man who builds ... and gardens. He's awesome!