Writing yesterday's post about the gate my dad built and the memories I had surrounding the times I spent watching my dad create things made me wonder if my dad knew how I felt about those time. How very special those times were to me. So I called my parents and told my dad he needed to log on to his computer and take a peek at my blog.
My dad knows exactly where to place things in the yard. He is the vingette master, and he probably has no idea what a vignette is, he does it with just natural talent.
He was re-purposing things long before it was the fashionable-green thing to do. The gate is made of salvaged lengths of pipe in various sizes and the hinges for this one of a kind gate were fashioned from the climbing spikes on telephone poles.
He is the only man I know with his own Backyard Redwood Grove. Look closely and you will see the quaint black metal park bench hidden beneath these giant trees.
My dad started using raised bed to grow food crops over 30 years ago. If you look closely you can see the wire he uses to keep out the likes of Peter Rabbit.
Early on he found that he was truly interested in fruit trees and started graphing different types of apples on to the same tree. He still has what he calls the "fruit cocktail tree" named for all the different types of citrus fruit that had been graphed on to a single tree.