We are out of weedcloth pins and are now stealing them from areas weighted by mulch, but I have ordered some off the internet—the internet to order stupid weedcloth pins, for gosh sake!
It's starting to look good out there. Jane is approaching the fracture point, and in a minor heat wave (the temperature ran up to 80) I was dizzier than a hoot owl every time I had to bend over and pin fabric or worse, position and trim it with an increasingly dull knife. I'd work a bit, sit a bit, dip up...
Published on September 13, 2010 07:08