The things that can be learned from simple projects in your backyard can be rather helpful in future endeavors. They can be both positive and negative experiences, but the lessons and ideas gleaned from them can affect the outcome of future projects in a more positive nature. Here are just a few things I have learned about my backyard, my talents (or the relative lack thereof), and how I might better utilize both them, and the world around me down the road.
1. I am not quite strong enough to be a post hole digger!
Nope, not a job for me! Although the birdhouse I made was quite lovely, it wound up in a tree rather on a post in the corner of my backyard where I wanted it. Manual post hole diggers can be rough, even for some men, but some of us ladies just aren’t cut out for it at all!
Although I did manage to use it to install my mailbox on a post that is now leaning in the front yard, I have had no luck at all with post holes in the back. Perhaps the ground is just harder back there, but it never works, not for me.
Note to self: Birds are better off in trees anyway, right?
2. A simple coat of Krylon Spray works just as well as expensive polyurethanes on well weathered outdoor furniture.
Oh, the beautiful tole painting I did on our swing in the backyard was great while it lasted, but even the heavy coat of polyurethane I gave it did not keep it from fading and chipping in time. I later gave it a good coating of enamel spray paint in a nice lavender hue, and it looks far better now, even though it has withstood the weather twice as long.
Note to self: Krylon, cheaper and better.
3. Gardening…I have a brown thumb, and while my daughters is quite green, she is lazy.
Upon killing yet another pretty batch of…whatever those pretty purple flowers were, I decided to let my daughter, who has had far more success with plants than I have take over the flower beds in front of the porch. Well, green thumb or not, my daughter is just plain lazy! My purple flowers lasted longer!
Note to self: I didn’t like the pink flowers she planted anyway. Time to hone my gardening skills.
4. If you have big dogs, or small children, you can’t have lovely little garden statuary.
It started in my mom’s backyard, with the lovely little statues I painstakingly repaired and hand painted for her to look just like my youngest two children. Then came the neighbor’s three-year-old. Needless to say, I have a lot of repair work and a complete repainting to do on my poor little mutilated kids!
Next, I thought the backyard would be a great place for the angel statue one of my “adopted kids” gave me before moving to New York. It looked lovely there. Unfortunately, I forgot about it when my roommate put her pit bull out there.
Note to Jeremy: Sorry, dude, that little angel should have Occupied Wall Street with you, and he wouldn’t be in three pieces now.