Okay, as promised, lots of pictures.
Marking for bolt placement:
On some of these I don't remember what was going on...like this one. I look either sad, or like I'm about to fling something at Colin...in reality I think maybe he startled me because I didn't know he was right behind me. Strange picture:
Or this one...Colin must have been awfully close to getting hit by that 2x4:
Tightening the bolts:
The two sides of the trellis:
Measuring the steps/slats...cross-pieces of wood:
Cutting the slats:
Measuring for drilling:
Colin's not always too good at getting a whole person in a picture :) :
He is a very thorough photographer though...you get lots of photos...although they may not be what you asked for:
Then there were quite a few steps in between that required both of us holding onto the trellis, so we didn't get any more pictures until Mom came out.
Colin is getting fed up:
Is he singing or yawning?:
Colin with the finished trellis...ta-da!:
Both of us with the trellis...Colin still has enough energy to look cheesy...wow:
The carpenter bees were buzzing around the whole time I was working. I mean they were right up in my face! They're obviously very happy I'm building them something to drill! :(
In fact...I just went and took these pictures.
Hmm...you know what? He's on the same spot he was in yesterday's picture. I think there was a knot in the wood there, so maybe he could get the hole going easier...I wonder if I filled that hole and the other knots with spackle (no, wait, caulk... spackle can't get wet) whether they would give up? Maybe they'd just drill where there weren't any knots?
Drat those bees...I can't stay out there all summer killing them with a tennis racket!
I got the squash planted this morning, although the mums are still in their buckets...I'm going to have to find some where else to put them. There are just too many tree roots to dig where I was planning.
We were at Lowes last night to get some flowers for Grandma and I found some more strawberry plants on clearance. So that's nice...
Oh, Grandma came over yesterday morning before they went to vote...she didn't know anything about some of the candidates, so she was asking us about them. I think she ended up with a list of people to not vote for, because she kept saying "hmph" and other similar disapproving sounds about our choices...whatever. :)
Anyway, we got into a discussion about chickens, and she was going on about how she'd like to have chickens, they raised chickens when she was a kid, and so on... So Mom was telling her we were thinking about having chickens, and even though they're not exactly allowed, as long as we don't have a rooster crowing no one should mind. At which point Grandma wanted to know how we were going to keep the rooster from crowing. We're not going to get a rooster, we explain. And then we had to explain that you don't have to have a rooster to get eggs, you only need one to get more chickens...and I don't think she ever believed us! :p