one gained advantageous by-product of the raised boxes is i don't have to be concerned about the dogs urinating on my plants. they can't hike those legs up that high.
Unless they're great danes, Irish wolf hounds... extremely tall fox terriers.
I dunno, 2 foot ain't that high, really... and it sure ain't gonna stop neighbourhood cats from depositing their smelly little nuggets....
Look, I'm sorry for ruining your day [illusion yer garden is safe from doody] but.... well no, actually... I'm not sorry.
Hehe, I'm just in one of those antagonistic stirring moods today.
Quoting Snowman, reply 4I couldn't keep a cactus alive even if the fate of the Universe depended on it.
Mine are more brown.....the colour of death in the flora world....
That'd be the motor oil, I suspect... given all the Oz F1's and pit lane cellarbrations you've attended... not to mention all the bike races.
Well at least it explains the all-concrete yard... can't even grow a lawn with that nasty looking thumb.
As for lawns, well I'm in the process of injecting old sump oil into mine... with the hope it'll eventually slide downhill into next door's so it'd be his problem not mine.
Another thing I hate about my yard is the palm trees... the constant picking up of discarded frondes and having to cut them into small pieces that'll fit in the wheelie bin. Frankly, I'd just throw 'em over the fence... if the dickhead next door had some palm trees to blame it on....
Oh well, s'pose I could always blame the wind.