At the beginning of the summer, the garden's low profile may have been fitting - it was unkempt and overgrown, with more weeds than vegetables in sight. With a bit of clean up, however, it began to look quite respectable.
I decided then that the Presidential Garden deserved more attention than it had been getting. So when Brent suggested that we build a new fence for the garden, I was easily convinced. Ever since then, he and I have been dreaming and scheming about every kind of fence imaginable. Images of bamboo fences, classic white picket fences, fences made of bricks, stone, and wrought iron - all of these have crossed my mind.
As we planned the fence, Brent and I had to keep a few specifications in mind. Originally built to keep out hungry bunnies, the fence had to be practical; this meant chicken wire buried about a foot underground. And because of its snazzy location next the the Presidential abode, it had to be aesthetically pleasing. It also needed to be as permanent as possible, so that it could be enjoyed by generations of Williams gardeners to come. So when Drew Jones of Hopkins Forest offered us a large supply of old split rails made of black locust, we knew we were in luck. Not only would the rails fulfill all of our requirements, they were free. And they would lend a much-needed rustic edge to the perfection of the President's yard. We decided that the fence would consist of wire fencing stretched between the sturdy rails, with a gate made of salvaged boards and chicken wire. We set the ambitious goal of finishing the project, including the gate that went with it, in a single day.
Construction of the fence began early one warm day in July. With the help of post hole-diggers, rock bars, and student workers from Hopkins Forest, we dug over 20 two-foot-deep holes into the rocky soil of the Presidential yard. Raising the tall rails into the holes, we set them straight and packed the soil tightly around them.
Once all the rails were in place, we unrolled a large bundle of wire fencing, stretching it taut and nailing it tightly between each post. (We were disappointed to find that our 50 ft roll was several feet too small to fit the perimeter, a problem we fixed later by patching the gap with chicken wire). We repeated this process with a smaller roll of chicken wire, lowering it into a trench we had dug and burying it in the soil to deter garden pests. At the same time, we added a layer of black weed barrier, hoping to keep weeds from entering the garden from the outside.
The final challenge was constructing a gate for the garden that would fit snugly and swing freely. We fit the salvaged boards carefully to the shape of the gap we left in the fence, screwing them in place. Next, we screened the frame with chicken wire. The trickiest part was screwing the hinges into the gate and then into the rails, taking care to keep the gate at the appropriate angle above the ground. With a few minor adjustments, the gate was in place! It was incredibly satisfying to open the gate for the first time, it swinging smoothly to let me into the garden. Voila! A new fence for the garden.
|A watermelon in the President's yard.|
Now, the Presidential Garden overflowing with ripe corn, winter squash, watermelons, cantaloupes, and beans! Complete with painted vegetable signs, I'd say its quite deserving of its new defenses. So if you're ever in the neighborhood of the Falks, you should stop on by.