{"id":25652,"date":"2012-10-29T00:09:25","date_gmt":"2012-10-29T07:09:25","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.raisingjane.org\/journal\/?p=25652"},"modified":"2012-10-29T00:09:25","modified_gmt":"2012-10-29T07:09:25","slug":"in-the-garden","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.raisingjane.org\/journal\/25652","title":{"rendered":"Madge In the Garden Badge"},"content":{"rendered":"

\t\t\t\tWondering who I am? I\u2019m Merit Badge Awardee Jane (MBA Jane for short). In my<\/span> former life<\/a> \u2026<\/p>\n

I used to be the kind of girl that spent her afternoons at fancy boutiques, her weekends at the mall, and her evenings at Macy’s online store. But the older (um, I mean, the more mature) I get, the more I do my shopping in unconventional places. You know, like thrift shops, vintage stores, tag sales, flea markets, and well, the occasional curb.<\/p>\n

I mean, I\u2019m not exactly dumpster diving (yet) but you\u2019d be amazed at some of the perfectly great things people will throw away. Well, some of them need a little TLC, it\u2019s true \u2026 but TLC happens to be my middle name. Actually, it\u2019s Katherine, but let\u2019s not split hairs.<\/p>\n

Anyway, I was driving by a residential street the other day, when my eagle eye happened upon<\/p>\n

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Get ready for it.<\/p>\n

A stack of wood.<\/p>\n

I know, it sent chills up and down my spine, too. Bear with me, little chicks, it only gets more exciting from here.<\/p>\n

Not just any wood, oh no. A simply beautiful assortment of multicolored pine, beech, oak \u2026 okay, I\u2019m making things up; I don\u2019t know much about trees (is there a badge for that?).<\/p>\n

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All I know is, this stuff was crying out for me to make something wonderful, and speaking of badges, I\u2019ve had my eye on the trellis-making badge <\/a>for some time now. I was only waiting for the wood, a free afternoon, and my neighbor to return my hammer he borrowed. Was this wood providential or what?<\/p>\n

That\u2019s what I thought.<\/p>\n

First, I double-checked the availability of said wood (my giddiness may have blinded me to why it was out there curbside\u2014I needed to ask the original owner). He said not only was the wood free to a good home, but he also had a pregnant snake who was looking for a home.<\/p>\n

Uh, no. There’s no merit badge for snake ownership, and if there were, I\u2019d be retiring early from this badge-collecting adventure. Shiver.<\/p>\n

Anyway, I loaded up my trusty convertible (wishing it was a truck for the 50-squillionth time) and headed home with my find. My neighbor relinquished my hammer, and I set aside a couple hours of my normal book-reading and telly-watching time. Let\u2019s do this thing!<\/p>\n

Now, seeing as how I don\u2019t own a saw yet (it\u2019s on my wish list), I had to make do with all my wood cut in the shapes they already were. I lined them up, all according to height, which gave me flashbacks to cheerleading practice. Being short, I was always at the top of the pyramid. The shortest piece of wood, practically a twig really, went on top of my trellis. The two longest, of course, were the sides, and they went up in size as they went down. Savvy?<\/p>\n

At the end of my afternoon, I had the cutest trellis known to womankind, and I had only hammered my thumb once. Not bad! It looks adorable leaning against my garden fence. Now all I need is something to climb up it.<\/p>\n

And no, not a snake.\t\t<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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