Unfortunately I hit the garden centre after the locusts had already been through, buying every cane below eight foot and above five. After deciding that eight foot sticks would not fit into my car without some serious alteration on their part, however I attempted to wedge them in, we had to leave for another. Typically this did not have cane supply problems, with every size imaginable covered.
We settled on seven foot canes as the appropriate length, but even these had to be wedged into the glove compartment on the passenger side, pass right under the mother's ear to be wedged right in the back of the boot. Getting them home was just stage one. Now I had to set too and lasso them together. I did not think this would be a difficult task. I tried my best, but apparently wigwam making is harder than it looks, or at least it is if your making them to the mother's standards.
Being the daughter of the vegetable growing god that was my grandfather, I asked her to take a supervisory role. Accordingly she vanished and I found her drinking tea and snacking on biscuits indoors, by which point I had one of my wigwams in place and was just going to lasso a whole load of twine around the top. Despite opting out earlier, she declared I had done it all wrong and my wigwam would not withstand gale force winds. Why she is expecting such gusts I don't know, we don't live in a terribly windy place. So I told her if she thought it could be done better, feel free. So the mother had to take to the soil and start making some reef knots.
I think the mother thinks the bamboo canes are the next Houdini. Nobody is getting free from this lassoing |
She says it suddenly looks like we have instantaneous beans because as they had been in a few weeks they had been putting on a bit of length, albeit along the ground. While she was up-top in construction, I was coiling the beans up the poles. I think it looks really pretty, very cottagey garden. The parents were concerned it would be very vegetable patch, but beans have flowers and a whimsical air. Not like im out there growing cabbages, not yet anyway. It must look good because my neighbour told the mother while I was on holiday how much she liked the new front border, saying there was always something new to see. I just love being proven right.
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