This morning we cleared out the overgrown garden bed on one side of our property. It was neglected when we bought the Sow's Ear last year and we just neglected it further...
Cleared garden bed
After a good morning's work, it is looking less neglected, but we also have a better view of Boo's decrepit house and the not-so-lovely green corrugated iron fence.
The plan is to plant a bushy hedge which grows super-fast. Perhaps a row of native Lillypillies or even Sweet Viburnum or Photinia Robusta.
Lillypilly image from here
Anyway, in the bed was this three section concrete laundry tub. It must have been the original one used when the house was built. Since decommissioning, the tub had been used as a planter box...but there was nothing worthwhile growing in it.
There is only one word to describe the tub. Heavy. With a capital H.
It took every ounce of strength, from both Jason and I, to just roll it out of the garden bed. Using what was left of our strength, we pushed it a few (maybe five) centimetres back against the garden edging.
Jason wanted to move it 10 metres so that it could sit on the driveway. There was no way that was happening. That thing weighed a tonne!
As punishment for its excessive weight, Jason scurried to the shed to find the sledge hammer to smash the tub to smithereens. (That man has such a destructive streak!)
"Noooo! You can't break it up," the hoarder, in me, pleaded. " I'm going to do something with it. Don't break it, please."
Now that I have saved it from Jason's sledge hammer, I have to do something with it. Pronto.
What do you think I should do? I'm thinking a spray paint and perhaps herbs? It is also going to stay in the same spot because it is seriously, too heavy to move.