You might not believe it, but we've been learning the Art of Fencing.
We mostly have no idea what we're doing, but it's good exercise, anyway.
Hubby is much better than I, but he doesn't have the added complication of a nursing-mother's figure.
And so far I'm the only one to attempt it with Organique in the Ergo on my back!
Fencing might not be the best thing to do with an infant on board? Well, the added weight really gets my heartrate up and works my thigh muscles (and let me tell you, they need worked!) with all the bending and lunging and crouching and all.
Take a look:
Now, it's not entirely done yet. Still more fencing to do. But Hubby's
hyperactive mutt dear dog must be kept out of my garden. Must. Plus, we ran out of fence and are using cattle panels (leftover from the pig pen last year) to make up the difference. And, while the telephone poles Hubby snatched from old work sites make awesome corners (lest you think we have no class at all, I assure you he cut them shorter), the disconnected fence started pulling one corner post up... So the pickup and a come-along are holding it fast.
Not sure if Hubby plans to let me use his pickup as a post all season or not...